Sensing the terrifying energy outside the barrier, Song Wen felt like a lone skiff amid the towering waves of the deep sea, liable to be drowned and devoured by monstrous billows at any moment, swept into an endless abyss.
These black-clad men were exceptionally powerful. Every attack was beyond Song Wen's ability to withstand.
"They're all at the late stage of Qi Refinement, some even at the eighth and ninth levels of Qi Refinement."
Song Wen was horrified.
But it made sense. Without some real strength, who would dare enter the Poison Miasma Swamp to cause trouble for the Yan Family?
Under Yan Zhengping's command, everyone from the Yan Family aboard the ship, including Guo Tao, spread out across every corner of the vessel and began preparing their respective spells.
Some summoned defensive artifacts, some activated talismans, and some prepared offensive spells...
Only Song Wen seemed to have been forgotten by everyone. No one paid him any attention at all.
Seeing this, Song Wen quietly moved to the stern.
Song Wen understood that no one would take the initiative to protect him now. The Yan Family might even be hoping he would die, so they could shift the Corpse Demon Sect's attention away from the inventory of Seven-Colored Grass and onto hunting down these black-clad men.
Song Wen summoned the corpse puppet and placed it before him.
His right hand gripped the Ghost Head Shield, ready to activate it at any moment.
His left hand held a Flying Talisman, poised to launch.
By now, the ship had reached the edge of the dense forest. With so many towering trees around, Song Wen could leap with all his might onto a tree dozens of meters away using the strength of his physical body. Then, with the Flying Talisman, he could quickly