The farther he went with the army, the more he needed cooperation. Most of the armies focused on the demons, eager for battle, driving the path forward.
Yan Xiaobao occasionally turned around to look at the demons behind him, his gaze filled with surprise. He had never heard of demons before, but there was no doubt about what these creatures were.
"I wonder which world I'm in." Yan Xiaobao muttered to himself. "This should be from the battle memories of the Vermilion Bird, but which battle? How many individuals have passed since then?" Yan Xiaobao didn't dare to speculate, but he was genuinely excited.
He knew it all happened within his heart. He had no power, nor did Lan Feng. It wasn't likely to die here. However, returning to his body was not easy. No one had passed this trial so far, so there were clearly internal hazards.
Hui Yue shook his head, deciding not to dwell on this matter anymore. Instead, he quickened his pace towards the Divine Beast God.
