"Senior sister, you don't understand. Whether this compass can lead the way has nothing to do with the user's cultivation base. This compass..."
As he was speaking, the compass in his hand suddenly pointed in a direction.
"The compass has changed. Over there, there must be treasure, but senior sister, you must be careful; there must be danger ahead."
As his voice fell, Yan Yourong had already risen and flew forward, clearly not listening to him at all.
Linghu Gudu sighed and closely followed.
The next moment, the ground below him surged with endless yellow sand.
He was flying in the air, at least a hundred feet above the ground, but the sand flew up, enveloping his entire body in the span of a single breath.
From the ground, stem-like tentacles suddenly shot out, like spears from the ancient demon from the Nine Netherworld, emanating endless sharp energy, shooting toward him.
Each tentacle moved as fast as lightning, appearing in front of him in an instant.
