The two of them naturally spotted the issue at a glance. Sifang Boyan said softly and blandly, "I told you long ago, relying on them is useless."
"At least it gives us another way to play!" After Yue Li Lian spoke, her seductive body swayed. Now that the two camps had assembled, they naturally continued onward toward the Nine Lives Tower!
Although Yue Li Lian and Sifang Boyan, the two guides, were not far apart, the Tianyuan Camp and Diyuan Camp behind them were separated by a great distance. Tianyuan Camp's formation was normal, while Diyuan Camp did not dare approach them at all. The whole procession was like a snake that had twisted its waist, veering farther and farther off to one side in a pigeon-toed curve!
"These Primordial Chaos Clan are truly a little too terrifying."
Beside Li Tianming, little Mo Li stuck out her tongue and shrank her head, scarcely daring to breathe.
"I reckon that just in terms of cultivation, the weakest in Tianyuan Camp are all at the fourth level of the Extreme Realm! And they're especially young too, perhaps only around a thousand years old." Chunyuantai gritted his teeth, clearly rather disheartened.
Having witnessed it with his own eyes, he had no choice but to admit it.
Li Tianming admitted it too. After all, in the Xuanting Universe Empire, the fourth level of the Extreme Realm was already the cultivation level of relatively powerful clan emperors such as An Ding Tian. To be so strong at a thousand years old—the future was easy to imagine.
A gap!
A gap impossible to chase down!
It even gave one the feeling that it would only grow wider and wider!
Amid these somewhat self-deprecating, inferior feelings, the geniuses of Diyuan Camp crossed through the world of hundredfold