Rumble...
The ground was still shaking.
The disciples had just started putting things together—the truth about the Light Spiritual Tablet, the mess in the sky, the monsters rushing toward them like a flood of nightmares.
But before they could even fully panic, a new wave of dread crashed over them.
Because now, the beast tide had arrived.
Tens of thousands of monstrous creatures—Abyssal Tigers, Golden-Tailed Lions, Thunder Serpents, Blood-Horned Elephants—descended upon them like a natural disaster given flesh.
Their roars shook the heavens, their bloodlust thick enough to taste on the tongue.
And the disciples?
The disciples lost their damn minds.
Some froze in place, their weapons half-drawn, legs too weak to move.
Some outright turned to flee, ignoring their sect robes, ignoring their dignity—sprinting for their lives like bandits chased by debt collectors.
Some just stood there, wide-eyed, whispering regrets to the heavens.
