Ling Tian and the others continued deeper into the Barbaric Land, while Qiong Lie, Mo Yu, and the others followed at a distance—not too close, but not too far, either. Perhaps they had seen that the Human Race cultivators were no longer afraid of them. Perhaps they feared attracting Primordial Savage Beasts. Either way, a few days later, Qiong Lie's group began to keep their auras in check.
The Human Race cultivators were greatly encouraged by this. But as they ventured deeper into the Barbaric Land, they didn't dare let down their guard and grew ever more cautious.
The deeper they went into the Barbaric Land, the thicker the miasma grew at night, and the more savage beasts prowled after dark. For safety's sake, Ming Ye and the others continued traveling by day and lying low at night. Their temporary camp had shrunk considerably, but its defenses were several times stronger.
"When will we ever reach our destination if we keep stopping and starting like this?" Fairy Meng Shang kicked a stone away, her face full of impatience. "If it weren't for Li Yang and the others, why would we need to be so careful? We're not afraid of the miasma or those savage beasts."
"You're not thinking of leaving Li Yang and the others behind and having just the few of us charge ahead, are you?" Ming Ye asked, though his tone was certain. He shook his head. "That won't do. If we split up, Mo Yu's group will surely do the same. They have more experts than we do. As long as Mo Yu and Mo Yan keep you busy, the others can easily pick or destroy the Divine Soul Fruits."
Fairy Meng Shang and the others had tried to shake Qiong Lie's group several times, and they'd