Golden Soul Fruit

Kaboom!

Numerous golden beasts stomped all around, leaving deep marks on the ground.

After some time, a mound exploded, and Fang Yuan's figure appeared. "How dangerous!"

A cultivator's flying speed was greatly impaired under the influence of the Nomological Laws of Gravity in this Golden Soul Realm. The beasts might be able to catch up with him, or even jump into the air to shoot him down.

Moreover, the sky in this world was not safe either. Since there were golden crows, there could be other flying beasts.

"Something's not right…" Fang Yuan gave it some thought, and his eyes shone. "It's impossible for Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators to encounter a beast tide so early. They wouldn't have any chance to escape! Even if this evaluation was deliberately made more difficult, this is too much!"

He spread his spiritual will.