Meanwhile, the situation in the Southern continent was taking a turn that the psychic would not have imagined.
The trees were thicker here, the ground was darker, and the air had weight. Even the Spiritual Qi carried a kind of pressure that made it harder to breathe.
The beast forces that had arrived here expected resistance. They knew this was Monster Race territory.
But they also expected to push forward like they had in the West and East—break formations, scatter defenders, and move in fast.
That didn't happen.
The first problem started within hours of arrival.
A beast squad scouting the outer forest vanished. No roar. No sound. Just gone.
The second problem came when their vanguard stepped into a clearing and triggered a chain of formation traps hidden under the leaves.
The ground swallowed dozens of beasts, dragged into reinforced stone pits reinforced by Spirit Beast bones and powered by the land's natural Qi veins.
Some tried to crawl out.
They never made it.
