"I think we should be bolder," Zhang Shui said.
Cheng Xi nodded as well. "If we keep dragging this out, we'll run out of stamina sooner or later."
The sky gradually darkened.
Golden light flickered in Le Zhengqing's eyes. He stared ahead, then blinked after a moment and turned back to the others. "It's open wilderness all around us. We need to keep moving."
Lu Yun said nothing and immediately started forward.
They could not see the sun setting, but the sky suddenly turned dark, so abruptly that it felt unnatural.
A sense of foreboding rose in Le Zhengqing's heart. The outlines of everything before him were gradually blurring—this was definitely no ordinary night!
With a low shout, three Soul Rings rose beneath his feet, and wings spread behind his back. The dense holy aura seemed to be the natural bane of the pitch-black darkness, forcibly halting its spread. With a beat of his wings, Le Zhengqing released a platinum halo that expanded to envelop the other four, helping them break free of the darkness's interference.
The Soul Rings beneath the others' feet lit up as well. Without exception, all of them had three rings.
At their age, having three rings already gave them a considerable advantage.
Le Zhengqing's eyes had turned entirely gold. He locked onto a certain spot and said, "Stay close to me!"
He offered no explanation. With a light flap of his wings, he shot forward at tremendous speed.
Protected by his halo, the others followed close behind.
Sweat had already appeared on Le Zhengqing's forehead. This degree of expenditure was no small burden for him.
Cheng Xi suddenly said, "Let me take over. I know where you're going."
Le Zhengqing froze for a moment and met his eyes. He did not ask anything, merely descended