Poison Dragon Pond.
After losing nearly half their number, the travelers finally found a small piece of land after a grueling journey.
It floated like an island in the middle of the swamp, barren and tiny, yet it offered great consolation to everyone.
Even Feng Xixi descended from mid-air to sit cross-legged and meditate, inhaling and exhaling deeply to restore her mana.
Zhong Shenxiu opened his water skin, took a drink, and looked up.
Within the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, there were changes in the sun and moon.
At that moment, the three suns had set, and twin moons hung high, darkness enveloping their surroundings.
Around him, most of the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry were dead or injured, discarding their armor and silently eating dry rations alongside the Daoist Officials.
"Damn it, who pulled off this leech?"
"Don't pull, wait for the medic! Where's the medic?"
"Died half-way here. Brother Wang's leg is likely gone... Damn..."
