Zhao Xuanfeng and the other survivors heard that Lin Langtian was not only willing to shelter them, but even intended to strike at the five terrifying Demon Generals and perhaps even the Dark Demon King. Like drowning men clutching at driftwood, they were overwhelmed with excitement, and even the pain from their injuries seemed to lessen.
They forced themselves to stay alert and pointed out the general direction of Slumber Valley, where the Anti-Demon Alliance's remaining forces might have gathered.
Lin Langtian did not choose to fly slowly.
With a sweep of his sleeve, a gentle force of Profound Yellow enveloped Zhao Xuanfeng and the more than twenty others.
The next moment, space warped slightly, and everyone vanished from where they stood.
With the power of an Earthly Supreme combined with a Space Demonic Talisman, carrying a small number of living beings through space over a short distance was no difficult task.
Slumber Valley lay deep within the Death Mountains, a desolate and uninhabited mountain range in the center of the Black Tortoise Continent. The terrain was treacherous, natural formations abounded, and the spiritual qi was so thin that cultivation was nearly impossible.
Yet precisely because of this, when the Dark Demon Race swept across the continent's spiritual-vein-rich lands, this place had instead become an inconspicuous refuge.
When Lin Langtian, carrying the remnants of the Flowing Cloud Sect, passed through the layered natural barriers at the valley entrance like a ghost—barriers capable of confusing even Supreme Realm senses—and appeared in a relatively open basin within the valley, it immediately caused a tremendous commotion.
Simple stone houses and tents were scattered throughout the basin. Figures moved everywhere, and there were tens of thousands of them.
Their auras varied, and they wore different clothing. Clearly, they came from different sects, families, and