Above Yingfeng Ferry.
Three figures followed the flow of Spiritual Qi, silently gliding through the moonlit sky. Unknown plant seeds fell from above, carried by the wind to the blood-soaked riverbank on the other side.
At this moment, the stretch of marshland between Yingfeng Pass and Biyou Mountain was brightly lit. In some places, large swaths of wildfire were even starting to spread.
In the air.
Among the three, Shang Ge led the way, Sun Shulin brought up the rear, and Wang Ping concealed himself to the side, ready to provide support at any moment. The hundred-li distance from Yingfeng Pass to Biyou Mountain was a journey of merely fifteen minutes for them.
As they were about to reach Biyou Mountain, several more signal flares shot up in succession near the mountain range.
"Be careful. Don't rush in too fast!"
