"Not good—the silver-haired youth is heading for the Fire Bat tribe's territory!" The Flying Cavalry Tribe was responsible for concealing the airspace within several thousand miles. Though they were outsiders, a few years had been enough for them to roughly familiarize themselves with the terrain and the movements of some large groups of demonic beasts and birds. Even geniuses like Su Qing and Yuan Hao, with backgrounds reaching the heavens, still had to enter the Blood-Colored Forbidden Land for trials, to increase their strength and temper their minds. But in this vast cultivation world, how many cultivators could actually rely on a Golden Core mighty figure?
In truth, those who could leap from the Qi Refining Realm to the Foundation Establishment Realm might differ in talent, but without exception, they had all endured hardship to achieve what they had today. Lu Xiaotian could think of this, and the battle-hardened Flying Cavalry Tribe naturally reacted just as quickly.
"Stop him!" Wu Bi's face turned livid. Once they entered the Fire Bat horde's territory, faced with the Fire Bats' overwhelming, virtually endless numbers, their contingent of Flying Cavalry warriors—though numerous—would not withstand the horde's attrition. More than a hundred of them made little difference to the countless Fire Bats; a hundred was barely any different from one. Moreover, the silver-haired youth was individually stronger and had outstanding defenses. In such a perilous environment, his chances of survival were far higher than theirs.
"Fellow Daoist Qing Le, I know your Qing clan has an inherited secret technique. How about we join forces and stop this man?" Wu Bi shouted toward Qing Le.
"Using an inherited secret technique comes at no small cost." The young cultivator Qing Le, standing atop a massive green flying serpent, gave a smile that did not reach his eyes.