An incomparably magnificent Great Wall had appeared ahead.
The sheer size of this wall defied imagination.
Its towering height was equally hard to comprehend.
They could see it from an immense distance.
"Hold on. We're not far now."
But just then, the Demon Emperor signaled for them to stop.
"Stop."
He had seen countless strange things frantically climbing the Great Wall ahead.
If they charged over now, they would become targets.
They had to find a way to make contact.
"Who will go up there and contact them? We need support." The Demon Emperor looked gravely at the others.
He could not leave; he was their main fighting force. "There is some danger involved. There are vast numbers of those strange things, and none of us has traveled this route before, so we don't know exactly how far it is. As the saying goes, a horse can run itself to death chasing a mountain in sight."
"Judging by what we can see, we're still at least several days away from that wall. You can imagine how arduous the journey will be."
The Demon Emperor looked at everyone, hoping someone would bravely step forward.
After all, under the circumstances, ordering anyone to go would seem heartless.
The risk of dying out there was far too great.
Just then, the Red-Haired Ghost of the Crimson Feather Race stepped forward.
"I'll go. Although I only recently reached the half-step Hongmeng realm, everyone else has used up some of their Hongmeng Qi. Only I still have a sizable reserve that I haven't touched."
"This battlefield doesn't drain much of anything else, but it demands a great deal of Hongmeng Qi. If I go, my chances of survival might be better."
Then he turned gravely toward King Anan. "My king, if anything happens to me,