One day later.
Zhao Shizheng wore a helpless expression, having searched for an entire day without a trace of the Di Yi tribe. It was clear that the Di Yi had either been annihilated or had left the area.
"Zhao Daoist, I reckon those flying ants must have been exterminated by others. After all, the ferocious beasts here hardly ever leave their own territories."
Someone spoke, and Zhao Shizheng nodded in agreement. This possibility was highly likely, although he did not know which Daoist friend had avenged him.
"Shall we continue deeper? What do you think, Young Master Chu?"
Ning Feng looked towards Chu Ning, who naturally had no objections. Staying on the outskirts would only be a waste of time. As for those Di Yi, they had long since been led far away from this area by the Di Yi prince. They would not be able to find them no matter how hard they tried.
The nine of them headed deeper into the territory, and, one day later, a vast lake appeared before them.