Several people trekked through the dense forest until dusk fell.
After traveling for a long time, they all felt somewhat fatigued and discussed to find a place to rest.
But just at this moment.
Suddenly, a forceful Divine Sense pressure swept over them.
This Divine Sense pressure was extremely domineering, making it difficult for Lin Jing to catch his breath.
Lin Jing's brow furrowed tightly as he quickly circulated his cultivation technique to resist, and, straining, he looked up into the sky.
From afar, a figure on a flying sword was heading their way.
At this time.
Lin Jing caught a glimpse of Huang Qingling beside him and saw that she was in a similar state, with her brows tightly knitted, straining to look toward the distant horizon.
Clearly, Huang Qingling was also exerting her full power to counter this terrifying Divine Sense pressure.
Even Zhang Yuan, standing next to Huang Qingling, was in the same predicament.
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