Li Muzhi, Ma Yueyue, and the other four traveled onward against the current.
Along the way, they not only encountered a massive number of fleeing Fierce Beasts, but also came across True Disciples of the Sleeping Dragon Martial Arts School.
However, they did not attempt to dissuade those disciples who had chosen to flee. After all, at a time like this, how one chose to act was entirely a personal decision.
By now, they had ventured deep into the heart of the black hurricane, sealed off by lightning and thunder.
Fortunately, the destructive power of the black hurricane had not yet fully manifested, and they were all still able to withstand it.
After pushing onward for some time, they finally arrived at the origin point of the black hurricane.
And before them, several disciples had already arrived ahead of time.
Setting aside the True Disciples, among the Sleeping Dragon disciples alone were the Duanmu brothers, ranked ninth and eighth.
But before those two, there was an even more formidable figure.
Standing atop a Fierce Beast emanating the aura of a Third Grade Martial Ancestor was a young man of remarkable bearing.
He himself also radiated the aura of a Third Grade Martial Ancestor.
This was none other than Zuoqiu Yanliang, ranked third among the Sleeping Dragon disciples.
"Li Muzhi, you lot… actually managed to subdue a Fierce Beast like that?"
Li Muzhi and his five companions were all riding Fierce Beasts of the Martial Ancestor realm, so their arrival immediately drew the attention of every disciple present.
Apart from Zuoqiu Yanliang, nearly all the disciples showed expressions of shock.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Zuoqiu."
Li Muzhi and the others wasted no time worrying about what others thought.
Instead, they hurriedly bowed to Zuoqiu Yanliang.
It was clear that Zuoqiu Yanliang's status and strength were widely acknowledged.
Even the proud Li Muzhi did not dare show the slightest bit of negligence in his presence.
"Li Muzhi, are you here to stop this catastrophe as well?" Zuoqiu Yanliang asked in a deep voice.
His tone was lofty and overbearing, like a king interrogating his subjects.
Though they were all fellow disciples, in his eyes, even Li Muzhi and the others seemed to be a rank beneath him.
"This concerns the safety of us all. We wish to do our part," Li Muzhi and the others replied in unison.
"I'm afraid you won't be of much help."
"But having the intention is better than having none at all," Zuoqiu Yanliang said.
"Senior Brother Zuoqiu, don't be like that."
"Since we've already come, we'd like to contribute however we can."
Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out.
Turning toward the sound, a massive white crane burst forth from within the hurricane.
The crane was enormous—when its wings were fully spread, they spanned thirty thousand meters.
This, too, was a Fierce Beast. Despite its vastly different appearance compared to the others, its strength was formidable.
It emanated the aura of a Second Grade Martial Ancestor.
But everyone's attention was drawn to an incredibly small figure perched atop the white crane's head.
It was a woman with fair skin and an elegant demeanor.
The moment she appeared, her mere presence overshadowed every female disciple present.
If all the women here were celestial maidens, then she… was the celestial maiden among celestial maidens.
That transcendent, ethereal quality—the air of someone untouched by the mortal world—was perfectly embodied in her.
Though her beauty was not of the nation-toppling sort, her bearing alone was enough to capture everyone's attention.
Of course, she was no ordinary figure.
Her name was Song Qian, and she was ranked among the Sleeping Dragon disciples.
Like the white crane Fierce Beast she rode, she herself was of the Second Grade Martial Ancestor realm.
"How could I ever underestimate my Junior Sister Song?"
"Truth be told, I was waiting for you to arrive."
Upon seeing Song Qian, Zuoqiu Yanliang's attitude underwent a dramatic shift.