The crow flew and the hare raced:
Wang Quan and the Legend Cultivators raced across the battlefield, fighting with flags planted on their backs, just as they had at Purple Gold Pass.
Only this time, they had stronger backing:
Three Grotto Heaven Cultivators and dozens of Blessed Land Cultivators held the fort.
Over a hundred birdmen guarded the skies as well.
This made Wang Quan and the others all the more reckless.
They charged about the battlefield at will, specifically seeking out the Great Qian Empire's prodigies.
After an initial bout of hacking and slashing, when it was nearly time to sound the gongs and withdraw, they would grab a few unlucky souls and take them back for interrogation.
The days passed like this, one after another:
One month...
Five months...
One year...
That day, Black Gold Pass teetered on the brink of collapse.
Wang Quan and the others packed their belongings and fled once again.
But this time, just as at Purple Gold Pass, the Grotto Heaven Cultivators and Blessed Land Cultivators seemed to have forgotten to retreat, fighting like mad on the front lines.
Had Wang Quan and the others not fired a Cloud-Piercing Arrow, they would have died at Black Gold Pass.
The powerhouses looked grim when they came to their senses.
"Go. On to the next pass."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The party set off, heading straight for Silver Pass.
After holding out for a little over a year, Silver Pass was likewise breached by the Great Qian Empire.
Wang Quan and the others rushed toward Gold Pass.
Gold Pass was the last checkpoint on the way into the Great Shang Empire's heartland.
This mighty pass was enormous, with numerous experts within.
After they entered the pass this time, the number of Grotto Heaven powerhouses among the