Long Chen left on his own, speeding off toward his previous target. The Dragonblood warriors had essentially finished forming up, with each group having at least five squads.

In each of those groups were at least two people on the level of captains, so they should be safe. Now, Long Chen was setting off on his own because he didn’t sense any supreme experts.

Guo Ran’s luck had given him a reminder. His bad luck would cover up other people’s good luck. By leaving them, their chances of running into treasures should increase a bit.

Several days later, Long Chen arrived at his target area. The scene he saw before him made his heart shake.

This was a giant spring. There were two mountain ranges on both sides of it, looking like an eye from above.

The spring had black and white mist revolving on top of it, looking like a giant Taiji symbol. The white mist was full of vitality, while the black mist was full...