After all that trouble, their progress had actually been forced to speed up.
If they had maintained their formation and carefully crossed Tree Demon Valley, it would have taken several hours at least. That desperate sprint had now put them considerably ahead of schedule.
Their formation remained unchanged, with four people guarding the perimeter and Dong Mengyao in the center, ready to assist.
Dong Mengyao's leg was still stiff, with severe numbness, swelling, and pain, but she gritted her teeth and kept up with the group without slowing them down at all. She was quite a woman of grit.
Autumn Cloud Lake really was not far from Jiangcheng City. Once they left the initial Dense Forest, passed through Tree Demon Valley in the middle, and crossed the Dark Marsh Creeklands ahead, they would arrive.
Never mind flying on the wind; even driving would probably only take an afternoon.
It was only because Evil Spirits abounded, making the journey treacherous, that it took an entire day.
Descending the slope outside the valley, they saw countless depressions of all sizes below. The largest rivaled lakes, while the smallest were mere puddles. Some held clear water, while others were pitch-black swamps.
The towering, verdant trees were gone. At most, there were a few blackened, shriveled branches and thickets that blocked their view, casting a gloomy pall over everything.
"Yin energy flourishes here, making it easy for Demon Creatures to form. They say every swamp holds at least one departed soul," Luo Bawen warned again. "Stay as far from the water as possible."
Yue Wen looked up at the densely packed swamps ahead. Who knew how many people had died here?
By this point, he had killed around seven or eight Evil Spirits. Since none had been strong, they had yielded fewer than a