This was a ruined ancient wasteland.
It was the border line Su Quanzhong had mentioned.
Upon reaching this place, all divine abilities and secret techniques, such as mental power, Martial Dao Domain, Divine Meditation Technique, and Max Level Projection Replication, seemed to be suppressed to the extreme. They could only wrap around Ding Ling and Su Quanzhong's bodies and take effect within an area of thirty to fifty meters. They could reach farther, but the defensive power would decline exponentially. Ding Ling naturally would not do that.
The Taiji Ball flowed like water mist around Ding Ling and Su Quanzhong. No matter how strange the Curse Source outside was or how the vicious beasts attacked, they could not break through the defense.
Even though Su Quanzhong had seen this many times, he could not help secretly praising it. He had received guidance from Shen Yuan, but he could only fight the monsters around three hundred li head-on, and even then, only one at a time. If there were several more, he would be unable to cope.
Before meeting Shen Yuan, he could not even withstand vicious beasts around ten li away, let alone those at one hundred or three hundred li.
Now that they had charged five hundred li in, Su Quanzhong was even more helpless. He could only watch from the side even when facing a single monster. He had gained some understanding of Ding Ling's divine abilities, and whenever he looked at Ding Ling, the admiration and awe in his eyes nearly overflowed.
Ding Ling's attention was not on Su Quanzhong. He was staring at and examining the Six-Eared Macaque.
The Six-Eared Macaque looked very quiet on the surface. However, his eyes would occasionally be overtaken by frenzy and bloodthirst.
It was only because Ding Ling had forcibly