"Here, everyone must be extra careful! This perilous area is indeed a place of great danger!"
The voice of a middle-aged man echoed through the Death Forbidden Land.
Seven figures slowly traversed the thick gray-white mist.
At the forefront was the middle-aged man who had just spoken, followed by six young people, four men and two women, each with dignified appearances and extraordinary bearings.
At this moment, the middle-aged man at the front was holding an ancient, mysterious black compass, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on it, as if their path was guided by the compass.
It seemed to be true! When the compass needle stopped, they would stop; when it changed direction, they would follow suit.
From both afar and nearby, screams of martial artists met their end filled the air occasionally, yet the seven of them remained unscathed.
Either they were amazingly lucky, or the mysterious compass truly was helping them turn danger into safety.
