Chapter 830

For a moment, the cultivators stood frozen in terror, unable to process the nightmare unfolding before them. By the time they snapped out of it, it was too late. They became the beasts' dinner. A ferocious wave of beasts swept through like a violent storm, overwhelming everything in its path. It ended as abruptly as it began, leaving behind mangled corpses and blood-soaked ground. The attack was so sudden, so swift, that it barely caused a ripple in the grand scheme of the forest. The world seemed to shudder briefly, only to settle back into an eerie calm. Once the beasts retreated, Andrew stepped out of the shadows, his presence almost ghostly amidst the carnage. He meticulously combed through the battlefield, collecting spatial rings left behind by the fallen. Each ring was a trove of secrets, treasures, and a grim reminder of the lives that had been lost. After finishing his task, he quietly moved on to the next location. The rest of the night belonged to the beasts.