After all, everyone knew that body cultivators excelled at close-range combat. For a magic cultivator to fight one at close quarters was an extremely unfavorable proposition.
Even with an advantage of two minor stages, once a body cultivator closed in, the chances of the tables turning were still very high.
None of the four were novices. They knew the unwritten rules of the Cultivation World perfectly well.
Everything went without saying.
They flew onward, with nothing but desert and windblown sand along the way.
As time passed, a precious patch of green finally appeared within their field of vision.
An oasis!
The West Sand Market Ward is here.
Liu Yu stirred inwardly and looked into the distance.
As they drew closer, the patch of green in his vision gradually grew larger.
There were hills and water, grasslands, cattle, and sheep.
There were also hardworking young herders cutting fodder and tending their cattle and sheep. Everything was so harmonious.
Aside from those, there were buildings full of Western Sands character, mostly in subdued yellowish-brown shades, with mortals wearing headscarves coming and going.
As their escape lights swiftly approached, Liu Yu could see increasingly clearly.
Gazing at the scene, he could not help recalling a poem from his previous life:
The sky stretched vast, the plains spread wide; the wind bent the grass, revealing cattle and sheep.
The market ward stood at the center of the oasis, so the four merely swept swiftly over it in their escape lights, without any intention of stopping.
Demon beasts possessed tenacious vitality. They existed even in the desert and instinctively yearned for oases brimming with life.
Thus, cultivators' protection was indispensable if an oasis was to endure and remain prosperous and peaceful.
For this and various other reasons, cultivators were no longer a