The weather in September was stifling and restless, and even deep into the night, the heat showed no signs of abating.
Jiang Lichun opened his eyes, waking from his cultivation, stood up, and looked towards the direction of the ancient tomb. "Let's get moving," he said.
The rest of them also opened their eyes one after another. Li Xiaoyao turned his head to Cheng Dongliang and said, "You wait here. That demon beast is powerful; it's not something you can handle."
After Li Xiaoyao had easily killed Wu Cang, his status in Cheng Dongliang's heart soared. Upon hearing this, he nodded lightly.
Once the group had left, the atmosphere here instantly lightened. Someone said, "So many of us have died; are we just going to stand by and watch them take everything in the ancient tomb?"
