In the sky and on the ground, a large number of monstrous beasts began to move at the same time. Tens of thousands of beasts left their dens. Although Mo Wen was horrified, the scene was also somewhat majestic.
"F*ck." Even Mo Wen could not help but utter a profanity.
It was too cruel. The Tower Spirit was too cruel!
Mo Wen now understood what the crimson sun meant. It was gathering all the Beast King monstrous beasts to initiate an attack against the remaining human ancient martial art practitioners.
The four of them were now each enveloped by a layer of crimson light. It would be impossible for them to hide.
Initially, Mo Wen had thought that this task would continue smoothly until the time ran out. Now he realized he had been naïve. The Tower Spirit had no intention of letting them complete the task easily at all.