Half an hour later, Qian Ying slowly finished exercising. Earlier, he had been in too much of a hurry while fleeing, and he had also needed to keep his domain active to withstand the Big White Dough Balls' attacks. As a result, he had consumed a great deal of Xiantian power—more than half of it had already been depleted through fleeing and blocking attacks.
If those Strange Beasts had really caught up and attacked him just now, he might truly have been unable to hold them off.
Fortunately, the Strange Beasts had not caught up. With this brief period to recover, his Xiantian power had regained somewhat, returning to more than half of its peak level.
But this place was still not very safe. There was still wind and snow here; it had merely weakened considerably, and visibility had improved greatly. Yet this environment should still be within the Strange Beasts' pursuit range. After all, every area in The Valley had its own characteristics. Only by leaving this area could they ensure that the Strange Beasts within it would not continue pursuing them.
Therefore, to prevent those Big White Dough Balls from appearing again, it was best to leave as quickly as possible. After half an hour of resting and recovering, all the Martial Artists should have recovered a little. They should set off again as soon as possible, then take a proper rest once they had left this snowy region.
Although he wanted to leave as quickly as possible, Qian Ying was deeply displeased.
Whenever he thought of the unforgettable Golden-edged Snow Lotuses in the Hilly Nursery, especially the thousand-year-old ones, his face filled with regret and helplessness. If they could have gathered those snow lotuses, turning back immediately would still have made them enormously rich.
After all, these