Shattered and charred by the struggle between fifth-tier cultivators, the region they had encountered the giant finally saw peace and calm reigning on its surface.
The battle had ended, and the images of the last blows dealt by Lady Edna remained fresh in the minds of her weaker travel companions.
Noah, for one, still shivered every time her actions replayed in his mind. He still had a long way to go, and she proved it yet again.
Two days had passed since the event itself, but the ground still oozed heat and fumes. Enough heat for anything lower than the fourth tier to die from, and fumes that even peak fourth-tier experts would not survive in.
As such, to stay there, those cultivators had to deploy their powers to shield themselves from that aftereffect.
The giant lady had been asleep all through that time, recovering. She had nearly died, and although most of it was due to her arrogance, the ease with which the creature could achieve that level of damage remained alarming.
