The road was clear, and the pursuers were left behind. The Dragon Phoenix Army, more than seventy people in total, maintained their previous speed as they advanced.
Gradually, the outline of that "deep pit" became increasingly clear.
A gust of wind, as cold as a ghostly breeze, surged from ahead, chilling to the bone.
The further they went, the more piercing the chill became, not only affecting bones but seemingly causing pain to everyone's soul.
However, Lu Qingshan always felt that this coldness was somewhat unusual and oddly familiar, although he couldn't pinpoint why.
The only thing certain now was that they were very close to the deep pit.
This was indeed the case,
The warhorses galloped, and finally, the deep pit came into view.
It was a deep pit that suddenly sunk without warning, and the chilling wind that seemed able to tear apart souls came from here.
And now, approaching the edge of the deep pit, the wind was so piercing that one couldn't open their eyes.
