Half a month later.
Within the vast territory ruled by the Mountain-Moving Demon Ape Tribe.
In the southwest, in the region bordering the Human Race, lay the Golden Ape Tribe's territory.
On a broad road leading to a border city, a caravan made up of Demon Race Martial Artists was making its way toward the city.
This medium-sized Demon Race caravan numbered fewer than a hundred people, with over a dozen wagonloads of goods and several dozen guards.
At that moment, the man leading them, a burly fellow with thick arms reaching his knees and a head of red hair, turned and gave orders to the others.
"Pick up the pace, everyone. We must reach Two Realms City before dark."
"Yes!"
The guards answered and quickened their steps.
At that moment, at the very rear of the procession.
A young guard wore gray clothes and black armor, with a steel saber at his waist and patches of blue-green scales on his face. His cultivation was at the five-star source spirit realm.
He looked toward the middle-aged man beside him, who had a mane growing down the back of his neck, two protruding tusks, a fierce appearance, and cultivation at the eight-star source spirit realm.
"Brother Zhu, what exactly is our caravan transporting? Why are we in such a hurry?"
The burly middle-aged man grinned.
"Heh heh... how would I know that much?
"We hired guards just have to escort the caravan into Two Realms City and collect our pay.
"Although the border war has ended, both the Human and Demon Races have tightened their controls.
"The inspections at Two Realms City are strict, and the entry fees have gone up quite a bit too.
"It's rare to find such a generous employer. Not only is the job simple and the