Swish! Swish!

Several dozen glowing figures zipped past in the air above the land filled with a primal aura. They did not take any breaks, heading straight towards the southwest direction.

At the very front of the group, Zhou Yuan was leading the pack.

His gaze constantly scanned the surroundings to check that they were on the right path. As they flew, he could also sense several gazes look towards them from hidden places, gazes that were not very friendly at all.

No one knew just how many factions had flooded into the Mythic Utopia, but it was certain that all of them were doing everything they could to collect Mythic Genesis essence. As such, conflicts were naturally inevitable.

In this place, even the name of the six overlord sects was not going to be enough, and the most useful thing was still the size of one’s fist. If a Chosen from the six sects was somehow separated from the group while not in optimal condition, he or she would likely draw numerous wolf-like gazes. These wolves would pounce without any hesitation to rip their prey apart once any opening or chance was found.

Fortunately, everyone had only just entered the Mythic Utopia, and were still very empty-handed. Hence, though...