The leader, Fu Yong, said in a deep voice, "Our clansmen are few to begin with, and even fewer can come into this forbidden region. Let's wait and see. If they really manage to break into the forbidden grounds, we'll mobilize our clan's forces and wipe them all out together! We need to guard against the Ghost Race for now, so it's not suitable to mobilize the imperial guards."
"Looks like these ghost-faced men in black aren't fools, after all." Mu Feng Nishang saw the few ghost-faced men in black fleeing into the distance and gave a cold snort.
"This saves us quite a bit of trouble. Just what we wanted. Let's go." Lu Xiaotian said that aloud, but inwardly grew even more vigilant. Whenever something deviated from the norm, there was bound to be something strange about it. No matter how he looked at the situation before him, there were several aspects he could not see through.
Worried that the ghost-faced men in black might be plotting something, Lu Xiaotian and the others did not pursue them. As before, they fought as they moved forward. A magma pool several hundred li across would be as near as the horizon yet as far as the ends of the earth to an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator. They would not get far before perishing there. But Lu Xiaotian's group had strength in numbers, and every one of them was formidable. They were merely slowed somewhat; it would not take them long to cross it.
Before them lay a world blanketed in ice and snow, bitterly cold. Even the Demon Cultivators and great cultivators had no choice but to circulate their internal magical power to resist the strange chill outside. Luo Ping'er's reaction was comparatively stronger. Before long, her charming face had taken