Qin Xiaoxue, Ye Zhou, and Dong Muxuan were a bit dumbfounded.
They watched as countless birds flocked towards the Yellow Dragon at the cave entrance. They clearly didn't know what had happened. Just moments ago, the valley had been bustling with activity, but now it had suddenly emptied, with everything densely crowded before it. This left the three momentarily at a loss.
However, at this very moment, they weren't the ones most bewildered.
With Da Huang's protection, the birds before the cave entrance couldn't cross the line, so Su Ping focused all his attention behind him.
The traces of the shattered space, the way it had burst open, didn't form a regular spatial vortex.
The leaking spatial rift wasn't pitch-black; instead, it was an intensely fiery red vortex.
It was as if behind this spatial vortex lay a world entirely consumed by raging fire.
