Reentering the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains

The journey back to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains was uneventful.

Aside from Jin Chang, the stalker trailing behind them, Zhang Xuezhou and the others encountered no particular danger.

By now, the Northern Border Military Region had been fighting Xiong State's southbound army for nearly half a year. Both sides were growing increasingly exhausted by the war and had little strength to spare for patrols.

Zhang Xuezhou and the others had faced all manner of inspections when entering Yanmen Pass and had even used a merchant caravan to slip through, but when they crossed the Northern Border, the Golden Toad Dharma King carried them safely out of the border region in a few leaps.

Signs of devastation littered the border. Discarded leather, bloodstained clothing and armor, broken weapons, and snapped arrows could still be seen everywhere, along with numerous horse bones scattered in disarray.

The charred trunks of giant trees still carried the traces of war.

As the wind blew, a bloody stench swept into their faces, nearly making them gag.

"A great deal of Sha Qi remains here. This is the kind of killing ground the Military School and the School of Diplomacy favor most. If people from those two schools came here to cultivate, I'm afraid a small group of them would achieve something!"

Zou Bugui pointed at the abandoned battlefield, where all manner of presences mingled, and singled out several spots in particular.

As an expert well versed in formations, Zou Bugui was skilled at surveying and finding sites, and he also knew how to make use of such presences.

He could not help feeling a little regret.

In their group, everyone was either a demon, a practitioner of the Incantation Technique, or a member of the Yin-Yang School. None of them could make use of this