Returning to the place where everyone had set themselves into meditative cultivation, Wei Cheng didn't dare to continue his own practice. It wasn't out of fear of being ambushed by demons or being discovered by flame monster birds, but rather the dwindling supply of Osmanthus Wine.
Especially after dusk, the ominous atmosphere became thicker. So much so, that he had to change the Immovable Golden Bell for everyone every half an hour.
The current situation was akin to a rising concentration of the Shadow Demon Curse in the air. Even though it hadn't reached the point of eruption yet, the concentration was already as severe as the peak of the first wave of the curse.
"It seems that after surviving the fourth wave of the Shadow Demon Curse, we have to prepare to jump out of the poison circle,"
Wei Cheng's heart weighed heavy, he could still persist, but the others would surely not stand a chance.
