"Fine..." Zhang Jie nodded as if helplessly, light flashing around her body as she prepared to fly away again.
"Senior..." Du Peng hurriedly called out. "Please do not be hasty. If you leave, Junior will have no way to contact you. Should anything unusual happen, would that not affect our plans for this journey?"
Zhang Jie hesitated. She looked at the distant humans, undisguised disgust surfacing on her face. As an angel of the Sacred Light Realm, she did not even regard the humans of the Human Realm as worthy of notice. How could she possibly tolerate these humans possessed by the Devil Race? She said coldly, "Though you and I have an agreement of cooperation, I have my own bottom line as well. If you wish to reach the Lost Land alive, do not stir up any trouble!"
After speaking, Zhang Jie turned back for one glance, then transformed into a streak of white light and soared into the sky, vanishing in an instant.
"Damn it!" Du Peng gritted his teeth, only daring to curse inwardly. Then he turned to look at the Devil Race and the Nascent Soul cultivators in the distance, all of whom had been frightened by the sacred aura of the Sacred Light Realm emanating from Zhang Jie, and smiled. "Everyone, did you see that? Those who wish to go to the Lost Land are by no means limited to us. There are also quite a few senior experts! Yet they... cannot pass through the Wumeng Mountain Range on their own. They still need the Shaque Immortal Alliance! So rest assured. With such assistance, our chances of passing through the Wumeng Mountain Range and entering the Lost Land have increased by several degrees!"
Thereafter, under Du Peng's command, the fifty thousand cultivators once again proceeded