After swiftly dealing with the lackeys before them, the group picked up their pace.
Yet the deeper they went, the more frequent the attacks became, and the varieties of threats began to multiply.
Here, every single step could bring countless dangers.
Flocks of wind-blade birds formed from raging gales, colossal lava pythons bursting from underground, and shadow demons lurking in the darkness and unleashing soul-piercing shrieks.
These rule-born creatures guarding the tomb emerged one after another. They also possessed a certain immunity to conventional attacks, causing the team no small amount of trouble.
The group fought separately; whenever danger arose, someone would step forward to deal with it.
Though these nuisances were numerous, they were not particularly strong and were easily handled.
There were simply too many of them, which made things troublesome.
After traveling for roughly three hours, a broad river blocked their path.
There was no water in the Great River before them. What flowed through it were solidified, silvery-gray fragments of time.
The river's surface looked calm, but turbulent undercurrents raged beneath it. From time to time, shattered scenes rolled up from the water and then silently sank again.
An ancient battlefield, a prosperous ancient city, withering stars.
Anyone or anything that fell into the river would be swept into unpredictable temporal currents. They might age in an instant, regress to childhood, or even be torn apart into countless fragments of time.
"The River of Broken Flow."
"This river cannot be crossed by flight. Violent temporal rifts fill the sky above it. We must find a relatively stable crossing on the river and use a special treasure to pass over."
Star Lord Wenqu spoke slowly, his expression grave.
After speaking, he took a shuttle-shaped treasure from his Spatial Ring.
After terrifying saint power was poured into it,