Ten days later, three figures descended on the outskirts of a village.
In the village, countless live spirits were coming and going. They were mostly different species, but they had one thing in common, namely, that their bodies oozed a faintly discernible dark aura.
They were all members of the Moonwatch Sect.
The arrival of the three figures was stealthy and silent, so they did not attract any attention.
"It's still that village of the Moonwatch Sect," Yongye Wuheng's heart sank and he looked visibly crestfallen.
Yongye Chuxue could not help but show her dejection. "It's been ten days. What is going on here? Brother Su Yu has used the Yin Yang Wings of Supreme Pole ten times in a row. In theory, we were supposed to stride across billions of miles of mountain ranges and rivers. Why does it feel like we haven't come far at all?"
Su Yu's face was a little pale, and he was starting to get tired.
