Above the flying vessel, Liu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, releasing his spiritual sense to explore the situation within hundreds of miles around.
Speaking of which, he always felt that the giant centipede monster he had encountered just now seemed vaguely familiar, somewhat similar to the Ming Clan monstrosities he had seen at the Sky Gate Assembly.
According to what Ye Jiong, the young man from the Tiangong Sect who drove the silver chariot, had said, the Ming Clan were not a race from the Zhongtian Continent but a powerful alien race from another realm.
However, based solely on appearances, he could not conclusively determine whether these giant insects were indeed of the same species as the Ming Clan monstrosities. If that was indeed the case, it would be rather bad.
Thinking of this, Liu Ming's face showed an unsettled expression.
