While Luo Hong's cultivation soared all the way upward, under the night on the other side, the Golden Horn Youth held a Snow White Bell in his palm, staring grimly at the utterly motionless ground beneath his feet.
The rest of the Jiao Chi Race cultivators were flying nearby, each as silent as a cicada in winter, afraid that the slightest sound would provoke the Golden Horn Youth's wrath.
"Bai Guo! Is this really the place? Did you misread the map?!"
After his expression shifted rapidly for a moment, the Golden Horn Youth suddenly turned and questioned a female Jiao Chi cultivator with white horns growing from her head.
"Reporting to the envoy, this is absolutely the place. There can be no mistake!"
Secretly cursing her bad luck, Bai Guo hurriedly replied.
Although her cultivation was not far below that of the Golden Horn Youth, even setting aside divine abilities, the Snow White Bell alone was beyond her ability to withstand. Naturally, she could only be as respectful as possible!
The Golden Horn Youth had undoubtedly seen the map as well. Although he knew they had not come to the wrong place, he still asked the question.
There was no other reason. He had struck the Mitian Bell three times, yet the Earth Vein Giant Spirit that should have awakened showed no response at all!
Clearly, there was no Earth Vein Giant Spirit here!
"Um... Envoy, could the intelligence our clan obtained have been false from the start?"
The Black Scaled Man at the side also spoke up for her.
"That's right, Envoy. Why not contact the other four teams and ask about the situation on their side?"
An old Jiao Chi man also made a timely suggestion.
Though the Golden Horn Youth was extremely unwilling to accept this, he