"Proceed carefully. Go as far as you can!"
Zhao Min's voice rang out swiftly, her words as concise as ever.
But her meaning was already clear: Zi Kun did not need to overthink things. What they truly cared about was gaining experience here.
They could not let the pursuit of rank become a distraction that put themselves at risk.
The three women were all people of few words. Unless it was absolutely necessary, they generally remained silent.
This made Zi Kun think of Qianji. If that fellow had been here, this trial would definitely have become far more lively...
They did not dare fly through the air as they advanced. Once others detected spatial fluctuations, the four of them in the sky would become targets.
Everyone here only dared to walk or skim close to the ground. Just as the group swept forward along the slope of a high ridge,
Zhao Min, walking at the front, suddenly underwent a slight change in expression.
With a lift of her hand, a great mass of dark clouds flew from her wide sleeve. Amid an instant buzzing, they shot toward a patch of empty air like a rain of arrows.
She did not retreat, still standing before the other three. At the same time, her longsword was already held horizontally before her.
As the defensive light shields over the four of them flickered rapidly, a shield marked with black patterns appeared above their heads, radiating a dim glow nearly identical to the surrounding darkness.
It was a magic treasure Zi Kun had instantly brought out. Li Yan had given it to him.
Li Yan knew Zi Kun's methods of attack. Even compared with Gong Chenying and Zhao Min, after obtaining a physical body, once he faced an attack head-on, he was utterly fearless