Now, Gu Junjie was gradually beginning to feel the same way about Tang Changsheng.
But staying at Tang Changsheng's side also gave them a sense of safety. The stronger he was, the better for them while they were in danger.
"Which way?"
"Mountain paths stretch in every direction. Let's head for that Tribal Stockade. It might be the key." Tang Changsheng pointed toward the distant stockade, shrouded in cloud and mist.
Gu Junjie and his companion gritted their teeth, but they could only agree. That place was bound to be more dangerous, yet they had no choice now. They could only follow Tang Changsheng down this road, even if it led into darkness!
The three walked along the mountain path. This was the Spirit World, after all; they did not have that feeling from the real world of seeing a mountain ahead and running a horse to death trying to reach it.
The path seemed far, but before long, they had reached the outskirts of the Tribal Stockade.
The attacks had never stopped along the way, though, and the closer they came to the stockade, the more frequent they grew.
But Tang Changsheng had regained his strength and held the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp. Naturally, he protected the group and brought them there safely, despite a few scares. Even so, Gu Junjie and his companion had yet to recover their strength completely.
"Look! Isn't that Zhang Qiuping and the others?"
In the square before the stockade gate, Zhang Qiuping and several others had been surrounded by a pack of monkey-like creatures. It looked much like what Gu Junjie and his companion had just faced...
They, too, seemed not to have regained their strength. Under attack by dozens of the creatures, they were in peril at every turn, and several had