They followed the directions on the map.
The Flying Boat headed north, soon reaching an unmistakable boundary: a defensive line formed by great cities and countless castles.
Mortal warriors clad in armor patrolled vigilantly along the line of fortresses.
In the war between the Yan Kingdom and the Tuluo People, the main forces were naturally the cultivators on either side.
But the role of mortals could not be underestimated either. In particular, enough heavily armored mortal warriors could threaten low-level cultivators.
Moreover, the Tuluo People primarily sought plunder rather than conquest. Once war broke out, vast numbers of their mortals swarmed like ants into the Yan Kingdom's territory, pillaging spirit stones, spirit mines, spirit herbs, and other resources.
There were too few cultivators, and they also had to contend with the Tuluo cultivators. Even if they ran their legs off, they could not intercept everyone in time.
At such times, mortal forces had to be mobilized to deal with the Tuluo mortal raiders.
The Yan Kingdom's cultivators only needed to face their Tuluo counterparts, greatly easing their burden.
Looking ahead, Li Ping could not help feeling a little nervous. "We're about to enter the Grasslands."
This was his first time entering another race's territory. Although he had studied the intelligence thoroughly beforehand, he still could not suppress his unease.
Whoosh!
The Flying Boat rose sharply, then shrank to roughly ten feet long, leaving barely enough room for him and Yan Hengchuan to move around. Li Ping then tossed out the Nightfall cloak, covering the entire Flying Boat.
Instantly, the Flying Boat vanished into empty space.
Only after finishing all this did Li Ping look satisfied. This supreme-grade Magic Artifact, which excelled at concealing its user, was one of his main reasons for daring to venture deep into another race's territory.