"The deeper we go into the Rift Valley, the fiercer the cold winds become." Xu Yi frowned slightly.
"These cold winds contain a kind of natural Gang Qi that disrupts our spiritual sense. I can no longer sense even a hundred li around us," Bi Yue added.
The fierce winds battered their magical shields with repeated bangs, making the light of the shields flicker.
"These cold winds alone could keep anyone below Mahayana out. I'm growing more and more curious about that tomb." Yuan Wu's gaze was keen.
Something suddenly stirred in Song Wen's mind. His deep eyes swept toward the dark depths of the Rift Valley, where the winds howled.
Interesting. This Rift Valley is quite lively, Song Wen thought.
The other three, however, noticed nothing unusual.
After descending for another few breaths...
"Someone's fighting!" Yuan Wu suddenly said. "Come on, let's take a look!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Wu shifted direction slightly and took the lead, darting diagonally downward to the right.
Then Xu Yi and Bi Yue also sensed the two sides in the battle. Two male cultivators were being besieged by a swarm of venomous insects.
The two male cultivators, one old and one young, were both at the Tribulation Transcendence stage. The elder was at the late Tribulation Transcendence stage, while the younger man was at the mid Tribulation Transcendence stage.
The venomous insects varied in size. The smallest were as big as washbasins, while the largest measured a full zhang. Their bodies were dark blue, with a pair of wings on their backs. Every beat of their wings stirred up a cloud of eerie green poisonous mist.
The poisonous mist was utterly unaffected by the cold winds.
No matter how furiously the cold winds howled, the poisonous mist remained concentrated instead