In the void, a hundred feet above, there were serpents slithering everywhere, indeed it was the terrifying void rifts. And at seventy to eighty feet high, black serpents would occasionally appear and then vanish out of sight. It was truly chilling, yet amidst such a situation, Fang Xing boldly led the cultivators of the Hentian Clan to raise their altitude above sixty feet, risking their lives as they hurried forward.
"Hmm? Kid, why are you flying so high?"
A sharp shout suddenly came from behind Fang Xing, it was Granny Yao from the Moon Worship Clan speeding up to catch him.
At this moment, other cultivators flew close to the ground, fearing that flying too high would cause them to touch the void rifts in the air and result in a fatal end. This made Fang Xing and his group stand out, immediately attracting Granny Yao's attention from behind.
"Hehe, it's cooler flying high!"
Fang Xing turned his head and grinned, saying, "Old lady, why don't you come up and stay for a while?"
