“Let’s hurry up and go.” The sloppy Fang Cheng furrowed his brows. “Those things back there were pretty weird. If they chased after us, everyone might’ve been injured.”

“Might as well.” Zhao Wuye squeezed out a smile and pointed at the surroundings. “At the end, ancestor had a magik treasure called the Hundred Evils Repulser. In the Qi Condensation realm and below, only our Zhao Clan and people invited by us can enter. This includes creatures without qi.”

As he reached this point of conversation, his expression darkened. “It’s a pity about my old friend Mingfeng… no one would’ve even expected that Danxia Temple’s strange transformations would actually cause such weird creatures appear.”

Xu Yangyi didn’t respond but rather leapt over to the final giant tortoise and bowed towards Zhao Mingfeng’s corpse. He asked Jun Man in a heavy tone, “How long has it been since those alligator gars stopped chasing?”

Jun Man was faintly dazed, and his pale complexion exposed a wisp of deep contemplation. He responded, “Roughly three minutes ago.”

“In three minutes… we went several hundred meters… That’s to say, its domain goes out beyond roughly 300 meters?” Xu Yangyi’s gaze flashed, and he stroked his pallid chin as he mumbled.

“It?!” Jun Man coldly exhaled. A nebulous premonition caused cold sweat to grace his bald head. “Commander…...