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From around nine yesterday morning until now, with night lying silent and the hour nearing ten, they had spent a full thirty-six hours pressing forward, covering nearly five hundred li.
During that time, they had paused only briefly to absorb two Soul Rings. They had not rested at all otherwise.
Even for High-Rank Soul Masters such as Soul Douluos, continuous combat during such an intense forced march was somewhat taxing.
Now, the Soul Douluos appeared to be sitting casually on the ground, but there was method beneath that casualness: they had quietly divided into three groups.
The Soul Masters from Chang'an City gathered together, those from Soul Fighting City formed another group, and the Chen Clan's followers formed a group of their own.
Their three groups formed a triangle, roughly a hundred meters apart, closely guarding Zhuo Qianren in the center as he absorbed his Soul Ring.
In fact, they had also fought in these same three small teams, which allowed them to coordinate more smoothly.
Panda casually tossed Shen Lang a flask of Fifth Grade Wine Reishi Wine in its newest packaging.
Previously, Wine Reishi Wine had come in medium and large jars holding five and ten jin. Later, smaller three-jin jars had been added, and now there were portable one-jin flasks as well.
Panda promptly took out another flask of fresh wine, tilted his head back, and took a thoroughly satisfying swig. "What a thrill! An absolute thrill! The drinking's a thrill, and so is the killing!"
Chen Xuanqi let out a cry. "Whoa, hey! Panda, are you even human? So you give your brother a flask, then sit there pouring drinks for yourself, living the good life without a care in the world?!"
Panda merely raised his eyes for a