Zhao Xuanfeng and the other survivors learned that Lin Langtian was not only willing to shelter them, but also intended to strike against the five terrifying Demon Generals and even the Dark Demon King. They immediately felt like drowning men clutching at a piece of driftwood, their excitement beyond measure. Even the pain from their wounds seemed to lessen somewhat.
They forced themselves to stay alert and pointed out the general direction of the Valley of Slumber, where the remaining forces of the Anti-Demon Alliance might be gathered.
Lin Langtian did not choose to fly slowly.
With a sweep of his sleeve, a gentle force of profound yellow energy enveloped Zhao Xuanfeng and the more than twenty others.
The next moment, space twisted slightly, and everyone vanished from where they stood.
With the power of an Earthly Supreme and a Space Demon Talisman, carrying a small number of living beings through space over a short distance was no difficult feat.
The Valley of Slumber lay deep within the Death Mountain Range, an uninhabited wilderness in the heart of the Black Tortoise Continent. The terrain was treacherous, natural formations were everywhere, and the spiritual energy was so thin that cultivation was nearly impossible.
Yet for that very reason, when the Dark Demon Race swept across the continent's regions rich in spiritual veins, this place had instead become an inconspicuous refuge.
When Lin Langtian brought the remnants of the Liuyun Sect through the layers of natural mist at the valley entrance—enough to confuse even the senses of those in the Supreme Realm—and appeared like ghosts in a relatively open basin within the valley, it immediately caused a huge commotion.
Crude stone houses and tents were scattered across the basin, where countless figures moved about. There were unexpectedly tens of thousands of people.