Li Yan kept about five feet between himself and Monk Fako, close enough to seize him in an instant.
Then, whether it was front, back, left, right, or above, Monk Fako would be the first person Li Yan used as a shield.
With Monk Fako's cunning, he had probably guessed Li Yan's intentions as well.
That was why, as he walked ahead, he kept his body half-turned, as though guarding against other dangers that might appear here at any moment.
Li Yan merely sneered inwardly at this. His cultivation might be gone, but he still possessed the movement technique "Phoenix Soars to Heaven."
Its speed was simply no longer in the same league as before, but against cultivators who had likewise lost their cultivation, what advantage did they have?
"How much farther is it from here to the 'River of Netherfall'?"
As they walked, Li Yan's voice suddenly rang out.
Though he had not spoken loudly, in the deathly silence, it was like a thunderclap exploding out of nowhere. In an instant, the three figures ahead stiffened.
The three men in front had already been taut with vigilance. They reacted at once, abruptly bending over as though dodging something.
At the same time, they assumed defensive stances with the smallest possible movements. Only after realizing no attack had come did they react, understanding that it was Li Yan's voice from behind them.
As they breathed sighs of relief, all three began cursing furiously in their hearts.
After arriving here, they had tacitly agreed not to speak, allowing their senses to stretch as far as possible and keeping themselves in their best state of readiness.
Li Yan's shout had nearly scared them flat onto the ground, their blood rushing straight to the crowns of their heads.
"It's still roughly over four