Xiang Beifei had just emerged from the trees when the battle outside seemed to have already begun. Many people on Floating Immortal Isles had rushed out. Those with high strength had gone outside to resist the powerful enemies, while those with lower strength had gone below to rescue the civilians. No one had time to pay attention to him anymore.
He dusted himself off and looked outside. Beyond Floating Immortal Isles, it seemed to have become very chaotic. The sky was no longer filled with drifting white clouds and faint immortal aura but was covered with dense dark clouds. Powerful spiritual power stirred within the clouds, creating vortex after vortex, with purple lightning continuously flashing, shrouding the air with a layer of gloom.
In order not to draw attention to his unusual attire, he ran into a room and found a similar set of clothes to put on, dressing in an old-fashioned manner, before he blended into the crowd and flew towards the outside.
