After replenishing supplies in the small town, everyone returned to the caravan.
"Everyone get ready, we are about to set off again. The upcoming journey is even more perilous, so remain vigilant."
Nangong spoke loudly as he looked at everyone who had completed their rest.
Li Yunjing and the others nodded, boarded the wagons, and mounted the "Flame Horses."
At Nangongâs command, the caravan slowly departed from the oasis town and ventured once more into the vast desert.
The wheels rolled, stirring up a swirling sandy haze.
Some cultivators in the town looked thoughtfully toward the departing caravan...
"After crossing this desert, weâll enter the âCelestial Province,â which is more treacherous, an area jointly managed by several Demonic Sects."
On the road, Nangong informed Li Yunjing and Fu Chao about the situation ahead.
The territory of the "Netherworld Ghost Sect," like the "Shenxiao Dao Sect," is a huge sect that controls many sects and clans.
"Celestial Province" is a chaotic region where the sects are at odds with the Nangong Family; here, the caravan acted more discreetly, avoiding the main road, opting for hidden paths to evade enemies.
Everyone chatted along the way, and three days later, after crossing the desert, the caravan entered the jungle.
Arriving here brought new troubles.
A strange mist lingered within the jungle, accompanied by occasional roars from demon beasts.
"Everyone be careful, danger might be hidden in this mist. Stay close to the group, donât get separated."
Nangong took out a compass and carefully observed the needleâs movement. "Once we cross this mountain, weâll reach the Nangong Familyâs territory, and things will get easier."
The group cautiously advanced through the jungle, Li Yunjing, Fu Chao, and the others dismounted to walk.
As for flying, no one chose that option.
Even though Nangong ordered someone to fly ahead to scout, no one dared.
In this dense mist, vision was limited, and in such primitive forests, who knew what dangers might lurk?
Nangong had previously warned of potential dangers within the mist.
Naturally, no fool would step forward recklessly.
At this point, people from the Nangong Family were scouting ahead, and those hired lacked the courage and obligation.
"Hiss..."
Suddenly, a giant serpent leapt down from a tree, targeting a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator from the Nangong Family at the front of the caravan.
"Ah..."
The man screamed as he was swallowed, bitten in half.
"Oh no!"
"Beast! Court death!"
"Kill it!"
...
The cultivators were furious, especially those from the Nangong Family, attacking en masse. "Boom," magical artifacts and spiritual artifacts flew everywhere, slicing the giant serpent into pieces.
Li Yunjing, Fu Chao, Yu Yunyi, and Lv Ruoxi watched the scene expressionlessly, unmoved.
Some hired Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators also remained inactive; just a mere serpent didnât warrant so many simultaneous attacks.
The journey ahead became almost impossible.
Not long after, the ground suddenly shook violently, and a pangolin demon beast as massive as a mountain burst forth.
This demon beast was completely covered in hard scales, like impenetrable armor, eyes gleaming with ferocity, charged straight at the caravan.
"Everyone hold steady, form a defensive formation!"
Nangongâs face changed, shouting loudly.
Everyone moved quickly, each casting magic, defending while attacking with magical treasures.
Unfortunately, their attacks were largely ineffective; the pangolinâs scales were nearly impossible to break, any magical treasure striking them merely made a "clang, clang" sound before being bounced away.
"Boom!"
The pangolin turned its invincible body into a ball and rolled, launching weaker Qi Refining Realm cultivators flying everywhere. Some unlucky ones were crushed into meat pies by the pangolin.
The demon beast charged toward the carts transporting resources.
"Crunch! Crunch!"
The carts made of magical artifacts were instantly shattered, numerous metal ores and herbs spilled from the large wooden boxes, spreading all over the ground.
"Damn beast!"
Seeing the transported resources scattered, Nangong erupted in anger, cursed, then grabbed a long spear and jabbed it towards the pangolinâs head.
"Screech..."
The pangolin roared in pain, frantically twisting its body, knocking surrounding cultivators all over.
However, the spear didnât pierce the scales; only its potent penetrative force caused the pangolin some pain.
"Old Fu, you go hack at it a couple of times, just for show!"
Li Yunjing seeing this, smiled slightly.
"Okay!"
Fu Chao understood Li Yunjingâs meaning.
He smiled slightly, shouted, and not to be outdone, lifted a dark green spirit sword and soared to stab at the pangolinâs rear.
"Clang..."
Unfortunately, the pangolin curled up tightly, leaving no openings, the attack instead made Fu Chaoâs arm tingle slightly, had he not gripped it tightly, the spirit sword would have flown off.
At this moment, seeing people from the "Myriad Poison Sect" take action, one by one felt embarrassed not to, couldnât just watch the sponsor handle it alone!