Among the Human Race cultivators, demons, and ghosts who entered the Asura Gate, there were several hundred in all, but only a few were unlucky enough to run into someone on a narrow road the moment they were teleported out, as had just happened.
But not every encounter had to end in a fight to the death. As long as both sides' cultivation was roughly equal, they could still coexist in peace.
After all, there were no priceless treasures to fight over. Without absolute confidence, who would be willing to decide victory and defeat, to part life from death?
On the other hand, of the cultivators or demons and ghosts who ran into restrictions, several dozen perished at once.
There were many cave abodes like the trap-filled one Lin Xuan had encountered near the teleportation points. Who could resist the temptation of ancient cultivator ruins?
Although the restrictions in the cave abodes they entered were far less terrifying than the ones Lin Xuan had encountered, for ordinary Nascent Soul-level beings, once trapped, nine times out of ten it would be very difficult to escape.
Those in the Lihe Realm were not afraid, but if they failed to obtain things like jade slips, they would instead have wasted a great deal of spiritual power for nothing, and could not help sighing inwardly at their rotten luck.
Lin Xuan had no idea what had happened to the others. He only hoped his elder sister was safe and sound.
However, although the Asura Gate was filled with danger everywhere, Meng Ruyan was, after all, a Mid-Stage Lihe cultivator. As long as she did not encounter some especially great unexpected change, protecting herself should not be a problem.
With such thoughts in mind, Lin Xuan flew forward with utmost caution.
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