Li Muzhi, Ma Yueyue, and the other six traveled against the current.
Along the way, they not only encountered large numbers of fleeing Fierce Beasts but also came across true disciples of the Wulong Martial Sect.
However, they did not attempt to dissuade those disciples who chose to flee. After all, at a time like this, how to choose was entirely up to each individual.
By now, they had entered the depths of the black hurricane, sealed off by flashes of lightning and rolling thunder.
Fortunately, the destructive power of the black hurricane had not fully manifested, and they could still hold their own.
After traveling for a while, they finally arrived at the source of the black hurricane.
Before them, some disciples had already arrived ahead of time.
Setting aside the true disciples, among the Wulong disciples there were the Duanmu brothers, ranked ninth and eighth.
However, ahead of the two of them, there was an even more formidable figure.
Standing atop a Fierce Beast that exuded the aura of a third-grade Martial Ancestor was a young man of extraordinary bearing.
He, too, emanated the aura of a third-grade Martial Ancestor.
He was none other than Zuoqiu Yanliang, ranked third among the Wulong disciples.
"Li Muzhi, you all… actually control such Fierce Beasts?"
All six of Li Muzhi's group were riding Martial Ancestor-level Fierce Beasts, so their arrival immediately drew the attention of every disciple present.
Aside from Zuoqiu Yanliang, almost all the disciples showed expressions of surprise.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Zuoqiu."
Li Muzhi and the others did not care about what anyone else might think.
They hurriedly bowed to Zuoqiu Yanliang.
It was clear that Zuoqiu Yanliang's status and strength were both thoroughly recognized.
Even the proud Li Muzhi did not dare show the slightest negligence in his presence.
"Li Muzhi, have you also come to stop this catastrophe?"
Zuoqiu Yanliang asked in a solemn voice.
His tone was lofty, like a king interrogating his subjects.
They were clearly all fellow disciples, yet in his eyes, even Li Muzhi and the others seemed a rank below him.
"This concerns the safety of us all. We wish to do our part," Li Muzhi and the others said in unison.
"I'm afraid you won't be of much help."
"But having this intention is better than not having it at all," Zuoqiu Yanliang said.
"Senior Brother Zuoqiu, don't say that."
"Since we're already here, we'd like to do what little we can."
Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out.
Looking in the direction of the voice, a massive white crane burst forth from within the hurricane.
The crane was so enormous that its outstretched wings spanned thirty thousand meters.
This too was a Fierce Beast. Despite its appearance being vastly different from other Fierce Beasts, its strength was extremely formidable.
Its body emanated the aura of a second-grade Martial Ancestor.
But everyone's attention was drawn to an incredibly tiny figure perched atop the white crane Fierce Beast's head.
It was a woman with a fair complexion and an elegant bearing.
The moment she appeared, in terms of presence alone, every female disciple present was overshadowed.
If all the women present were fairies, then she… was the fairy among fairies.
That transcendent, ethereal quality — otherworldly and untouched by mortal concerns — was perfectly embodied in her.
Even though her beauty was not at the level that could topple kingdoms, her bearing alone was enough to captivate everyone's attention.
Of course, she was no ordinary figure.
Her name was Song Qian, ranked fifth among the Wulong disciples.
Like the white crane Fierce Beast she rode, she was also at the second-grade Martial Ancestor realm.
"How could I possibly underestimate my Junior Sister Song?"
"Actually, I've been waiting for you to arrive."