Li Yan, moving stealthily, soon spotted Zhao Min, Gong Chenying, Bai Rou, and Zi Kun in one area.
They seemed to have had decent luck with their teleportation, appearing at the center of a sunken pit.
All around them lay scattered rotten coffin boards, foul-smelling garments in every shade of red and green, as well as many ceramic fragments protruding from the ground.
However, within a radius of sixty li, Li Yan had yet to discover any corpse ghosts or cultivators from the Extinction Sect. The four of them were also investigating the surrounding area.
After confirming the situation, Li Yan finally set his mind at ease for the moment. He carefully sensed behind him again and found that Chu Yinghong's Divine Sense had not immediately followed him.
As Li Yan circulated his spiritual power, his speed abruptly multiplied several times within the boundless gray darkness...
Zhao Min walked at the front, her face full of vigilance. Bai Rou and Zi Kun walked side by side behind her, while Gong Chenying trailed behind the two of them.
The four were each a hundred zhang apart, their formation shaped like a diamond. This ensured that someone guarded each of the four directions.
A hundred zhang was no different from walking shoulder to shoulder when it came to supporting one another.
This was a cultivator's unique advantage. It also prevented them from being crammed into an overly narrow area if they came under the enemy's blanket attack.
Even so, for cultivators of their level, this distance was still too close!
Ideally, they should have been a thousand zhang apart. That way, when they attacked simultaneously, they would not need to worry so much about companions nearby.
But the four were unfamiliar with this place. In a place like the Ghost Domain, the