In a certain area more than a hundred miles away from the battlefield, Lu Yingtian and Ancestor Kugu, who had initially been scattered, regrouped once more.
Standing atop the skull of an unnamed fierce beast that resembled a small hill, everyone gazed into the distance.
On this White Bone Plain, although numerous gigantic beast bones stood tall, the overall terrain was flat, and the view was relatively open.
Even though Lu Yingtian and the others were in a sorry state during their previous escape, ultimately, they were all Quasi-Saints; for them, more than a hundred miles was nothing.
Unfortunately, the fluctuation of power from the battle between Chen Hai and that unknown entity was terrifyingly intense.
Though the skull of the unknown fierce beast they temporarily sheltered on was unaffected, the bone dust, created from the countless crushed skeletons, had scattered and wafted more than ten miles from them.
Only the widespread bone dust could their sight penetrate.
