Everyone headed north, traversing this desolate and dim land.
One day, two days, three days... Two months passed in succession.
During this time, they encountered several bouts of Huang Feng, dodging from east to west, wandering aimlessly across the land.
Suddenly, a whistling sound reached their ears.
"My heavens! Quick, look behind you!"
On hearing this, everyone looked back, and their faces instantly fell.
The gloomy land they had left behind was now engulfed by an overwhelming Huang Feng rising from the horizon like a flood, silent and seemingly calm. Yet to everyone's eyes, it was the Reaper in motion.
The Huang Feng had arisen without warning, which was what the group feared the most. If there were no palace nearby, their death was certain.
If it hadn't been for Yang Ji's warning earlier, they would have nearly perished. In the end, it was thanks to him that they found a dilapidated palace to take shelter in and narrowly escape disaster.
