The Heaven Dou contingent heading to Spirit City for the tournament was a mighty procession, with nearly a thousand people in total.
Facing such a group, Ye Wen could not see how anyone stupid enough to attack them would dare show up.
But beyond that, Ye Wen could not understand why, in a world with extraordinary powers, they still had to use such primitive transportation as horse-drawn carriages.
Could the vast Heaven Dou Empire not find ten Soul Saints to activate their Martial Soul Avatars and deliver everyone there quickly?
Although Ye Wen was currently riding in a luxurious carriage, in this era devoid of entertainment—and with the official roads being utterly terrible—after ten consecutive days in a carriage, even a Soul King with extraordinary power like him could not help feeling like vomiting.
Unable to endure it any longer, Ye Wen and the women would now rather walk than ride in a carriage.
As for powerful figures like Dugu Bo traveling with them, they could fly to begin with. Coupled with bodies enhanced by several Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, they only needed to regulate themselves slightly with Soul Power to avoid such suffering, and they continued lounging leisurely in their carriages.
It was infuriating.
This was the eleventh day of the journey. The caravan had entered a narrow road, with two small hills beside it.
At first, Ye Wen did not think much of it. After all, he had become used to this kind of terrain over the past ten-plus days.
But as they continued forward, Ye Wen's keen elemental perception suddenly made him frown. A cold, sinister aura was coming from those two hills, something extremely abnormal for ordinary hills.
At the same time, Ye Wen was not the only one to sense that something was wrong. The captain