A Bird startled by the Mere Twang of a Bow
Of the fifteen people present, their combat strength was actually quite formidable.
Unfortunately, their opponent was too outrageous.
Uncle Yan was more experienced.
He immediately said, "This place isn't suitable for spending the night."
"Within Yin Yang Rift Valley, the magnetic field reverses day and night. A martial artist's senses will be disturbed, and spiritual power will drain away like fine sand!"
"The air carries poisonous miasma. Fire can disperse it, but staying in one place too long will make you sink into a stupor."
"The mosquitoes and insects here are all highly venomous. If a black insect the size of a fingertip bites you, its venom will instantly spread through your veins. No matter how tough a martial artist's body is, they'll be paralyzed in an instant."
"And there are bizarre poisonous creatures lying in wait in the darkness. Some are covered in bone spines, some spit foul saliva, and their auras are sinister and eerie. Even a Martial Emperor must respond cautiously when encountering them and dare not let down their guard in the slightest."
"So, we must find a hiding place now, light a fire, and stay together."
Uncle Yan was not speaking nonsense.
These were lessons people stationed in Yin Yang Rift Valley had learned with their lives.
Shen Wuxiao was not worried in the slightest.
He had taken the pills already.
"Alright, let's keep moving forward along the edge and see whether there's a place to settle down."
Everyone stood up.
They formed two rows.
Su Yu and the others were in the row on the left.
Shen Xingran, Yan Lin'er, and Shen Wuxiao were in the row on the right.
Uncle Yan brought up the rear.
The three pieces of trash—the overbearing bastard, the