At this moment, 5,000 kilometers away from Wang Lin and Red Butterfly’s battle, Zhou Wutai was still flying. His cultivation level was below Wang Lin’s, so he was still catching up.
The moment that half-moon blade zoomed past him, it shocked him greatly; he had never seen anything that fast before in his life.
As he was flying, Zhou Wutai suddenly frowned and stopped, then he turned around and looked behind him. He saw a red cloud closing in from the distance. It was causing the entire sky to turn red.
Even the rifts in the sky disappeared due to the red cloud.
Zhou Wutai let out a sigh. He immediately became very respectful and stood still.
The red cloud was like an ancient, fierce beast flying through the sky. When it passed over Zhou Wutai, an ancient voice came from within it. “Come in!”
Zhou Wutai quickly responded and flew into the red cloud.