After replenishing supplies in the small town, everyone returned to the caravan.
"Everyone get ready, we are about to set off again. The upcoming journey is even more perilous, so remain vigilant."
Nangong spoke loudly as he looked at everyone who had completed their rest.
Li Yunjing and the others nodded, boarded the wagons, and mounted the "Fla Horses."
At Nangong’s command, the caravan slowly departed from the oasis town and ventured once more into the vast desert.
The wheels rolled, stirring up a swirling sandy haze.
So cultivators in the town looked thoughtfully toward the departing caravan...
"After crossing this desert, we’ll enter the ’Celestial Province,’ which is more treacherous, an area jointly managed by several Demonic Sects."
On the road, Nangong inford Li Yunjing and Fu Chao about the situation ahead.
The territory of the "Netherworld Ghost Sect," like the "Shenxiao Dao Sect," is a huge sect that controls many sects and clans.
"Celestial Province" is a chaotic region where the sects are at odds with the Nangong Family; here, the caravan acted more discreetly, avoiding the main road, opting for hidden paths to evade enemies.
Everyone chatted along the way, and three days later, after crossing the desert, the caravan entered the jungle.
Arriving here brought new troubles.
A strange mist lingered within the jungle, accompanied by occasional roars from demon beasts.
"Everyone be careful, danger might be hidden in this mist. Stay close to the group, don’t get separated."
Nangong took out a compass and carefully observed the needle’s movent. "Once we cross this mountain, we’ll reach the Nangong Family’s territory, and things will get easier."
The group cautiously advanced through the jungle, Li Yunjing, Fu Chao, and the others dismounted to walk.
As for flying, no one chose that option.
Even though Nangong ordered soone to fly ahead to scout, no one dared.
In this dense mist, vision was limited, and in such primitive forests, who knew what dangers might lurk?
Nangong had previously warned of potential dangers within the mist.
Naturally, no fool would step forward recklessly.
At this point, people from the Nangong Family were scouting ahead, and those hired lacked the courage and obligation.
"Hiss..."
Suddenly, a giant serpent leapt down from a tree, targeting a Foundation Establishnt Realm cultivator from the Nangong Family at the front of the caravan.
"Ah..."
The man scread as he was swallowed, bitten in half.
"Oh no!"
"Beast! Court death!"
"Kill it!"
...
The cultivators were furious, especially those from the Nangong Family, attacking en masse. "Boom," magical artifacts and spiritual artifacts flew everywhere, slicing the giant serpent into pieces.
Li Yunjing, Fu Chao, Yu Yunyi, and Lv Ruoxi watched the scene expressionlessly, unmoved.
So hired Foundation Establishnt Realm cultivators also remained inactive; just a re serpent didn’t warrant so many simultaneous attacks.
The journey ahead beca almost impossible.
Not long after, the ground suddenly shook violently, and a pangolin demon beast as massive as a mountain burst forth.
This demon beast was completely covered in hard scales, like impenetrable armor, eyes gleaming with ferocity, charged straight at the caravan.
"Everyone hold steady, form a defensive formation!"
Nangong’s face changed, shouting loudly.
Everyone moved quickly, each casting magic, defending while attacking with magical treasures.
Unfortunately, their attacks were largely ineffective; the pangolin’s scales were nearly impossible to break, any magical treasure striking them rely made a "clang, clang" sound before being bounced away.
"Boom!"
The pangolin turned its invincible body into a ball and rolled, launching weaker Qi Refining Realm cultivators flying everywhere. So unlucky ones were crushed into at pies by the pangolin.
The demon beast charged toward the carts transporting resources.
"Crunch! Crunch!"
The carts made of magical artifacts were instantly shattered, nurous tal ores and herbs spilled from the large wooden boxes, spreading all over the ground.
"Damn beast!"
Seeing the transported resources scattered, Nangong erupted in anger, cursed, then grabbed a long spear and jabbed it towards the pangolin’s head.
"Screech..."
The pangolin roared in pain, frantically twisting its body, knocking surrounding cultivators all over.
However, the spear didn’t pierce the scales; only its potent penetrative force caused the pangolin so pain.
"Old Fu, you go hack at it a couple of tis, just for show!"
Li Yunjing seeing this, smiled slightly.
"Okay!"
Fu Chao understood Li Yunjing’s aning.
He smiled slightly, shouted, and not to be outdone, lifted a dark green spirit sword and soared to stab at the pangolin’s rear.
"Clang..."
Unfortunately, the pangolin curled up tightly, leaving no openings, the attack instead made Fu Chao’s arm tingle slightly, had he not gripped it tightly, the spirit sword would have flown off.
At this mont, seeing people from the "Myriad Poison Sect" take action, one by one felt embarrassed not to, couldn’t just watch the sponsor handle it alone!
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