บท 671: The Skeletons' Debt of Gratitude

On the journey ahead, they walked fifty to sixty thousand miles without any danger. They had already walked around Luofu Heaven. Even though Luofu Heaven was vast and stood upright in the center of Supreme Emperor Heaven, they couldn't see it. Layers of huge lava waves and black wind hid it from sight. Only Qin Mu's compass carriage could still determine the direction.

Everyone was exhausted, and even the gods were starting to tire out. They were fine if they were just to protect themselves, the crux was that they still had to protect tens of thousands of divine arts practitioners. As a result, they were overly exhausted, and their vital qi was depleting continuously.

Their stomachs were hungry, and their bodies gradually lost strength.

Xing An opened up his chest and took out some jerky to hand to Qin Mu. "You are the leader, and you shall hand them out."