"Laugh now, but when you face the Flesh Mountain, you'll find that the Spiritual Power inside you is like a swamp that can't be stirred!"
"At that time, it will be your end, dying at the hands of the Flesh Mountain, and I'll have nothing to do with it!"
Cai Kunxu sneered repeatedly, his figure turning as he disappeared with Xiong Da, heading deeper into the battlefield.
They were off to locate the flames on the battlefield and analyze the situation.
On the wasteland, Li Xiaobai was still walking at an unhurried pace.
There was no one around anymore, and impatience flashed in the eyes of the Captain in the team behind him. Everyone else was riding light and flying, covering mountains and rivers in an instant. This Li Xiaobai, for some reason, insisted on traveling on foot.
And he walked so slowly that after more than ten minutes, they had only covered a mile. Looking back, they could still vaguely see the warship's silhouette.