Ji Mingfeng, You Look Rather Ragged!

Watching Bai Wuchen leave, Fang Mo felt slightly relieved. Fortunately, Bai Wuchen had not asked him to go along.

To be honest, he did not want to go.

The Mechanical Empire's superweapon had left a psychological shadow over him. Even those in the True Man Realm could not withstand it, much less him. The best course was to stay out of this muddy water.

After Bai Wuchen left, Fang Mo discussed continuing onward with the others. They rigged up a bed between two horses and tied Tie Xiaochuan, who was still recovering from his injuries, onto it.

The group set out once more.

With a horse carrying Tie Xiaochuan, their speed was not quite as fast, but covering five or six hundred li a day was no problem.

Along the way, whenever they encountered attacks by exotic beasts or members of the Barbarian Tribe, Fang Mo dealt with them swiftly without delaying the group's progress. They pressed onward into the depths of Red Rock Valley.

Having obtained the Formation Token, Bai Wuchen hurried toward the Red Rock Trial Area.

He crossed Black Water Marsh all the way to the sea, then flew several hundred more li until he reached a spot above the ocean. As his body descended, it was as though he passed through a thin membrane, and an island immediately appeared below.

The island was not large, only several li across. A pitch-black Heavenly Vessel was parked upon it.

Many injured martial artists were healing on the deck. Makeshift shelters had been erected across the island, their interiors filled with wounded people lying down. Agonized cries sounded out from time to time.

Bai Wuchen's expression grew solemn at the sight. He landed atop the Heavenly Vessel.

The martial artists bowed one after another. Bai Wuchen merely nodded before