The collapse of the dark land came sooner than everyone had imagined.

A beam of silvery light streaked across a roaring Heaven Flame Beast.

POOH!

The Heaven Flame Beast, which was at the ninth grade and wreathed in a fiery glow, was cut into two.

The bright silver light was a sharp spatial blade that was wandering about uncontrollably.

Unlike the cracked rifts, these spatial blades were constantly moving and harvesting lives like the scythe of Death.

The Heaven Flame Beast had the bloodline of the Ancientbeasts. It had been arranged by the Tree of Life to come from the Spirit World.

Now, the Ancientbeasts, dragons, and titans were in the most awkward position in the dark land.

Zhao Shanling gave them no guidance, and Pei Qiqi didn’t care about their lives.

The most awkward part was that they didn’t even know who they were supposed to follow...