A trace of exhaustion appeared on Evil Fire Ascetic's face as he slowly recounted his experiences over the past few days. Everyone listened with their mouths agape and tongues tied; even Lin Xuan was somewhat speechless.
This brother had practically fought his way here.
The extent of his love for valor and vicious combat was simply no less than those Ancient Demons.
However, his cultivation truly was impressive. If it had been another cultivator of the same level, whether they could have carved out a bloody path under such circumstances would truly have been hard to say.
"All right, everyone, stop sighing over it. We have to leave this place quickly. Since Fellow Daoist Evil Fire fought his way here, his movements must have drawn the attention of even more Demon Cultivators. If we continue to stay here..."
The Fan-surnamed old man did not finish his words, stopping at the point made. After all, none of those present were fools; they could all grasp the meaning he left unsaid.
The others exchanged glances, naturally without objections.
Thus, with the Fan-surnamed old man leading the way, the several of them each displayed their abilities and left this place with exceptional speed.
To avoid having their tracks seen through by Demon Cultivators, they did not follow the predetermined route, but deliberately took a large detour. Although in this way, the journey was clearly much longer than before, at least their safety had some guarantee.
In the next few days, they indeed did not encounter the Demon Race. After nearly ten days of arduous travel, on this day, they stopped before a small canyon.
On both sides of this canyon were snow mountains ten thousand zhang tall. However, on the Cold Soul Ice Plain, such continuous snow mountains were not rare.
At least