The Gathering of Ancient Beasts
Just as he was about to pull out the First Mist Immortal Sword and deal with this scourge…
"Roar…"
A deafening roar exploded from the other side of the mountain.
The sound alone shook the heavens.
In an instant, the earth trembled violently beneath everyone's feet. Cracks spread across the dry ground like spiderwebs while ancient trees bent from the pressure. Dust and broken stones rolled down cliffs as a terrifying aura swept through the entire Land of Silence like a storm born from the end of the world itself.
Countless cultivators lost their balance.
Some weaker ones even coughed blood from the pressure alone.
"Retreat!"
"Quickly!"
The crowd instantly scattered in panic. No one dared remain close to the battlefield anymore.
High in the sky, Leon's purple eyes narrowed sharply. His midnight robes fluttered wildly in the violent wind as he turned toward the source of the roar.
It was the old earth spiky turtle.
