The little insect followed behind Wuo Ling, silently leaving this underground rift valley.
Once they reached the mountainside on the ground, it immediately flapped its wings and soared, stirring up a gust of wind, speeding toward the western side of the Wuze Major Vein at a speed nearly comparable to the Yin Realm.
Over an hour later.
Edge of the Guo Wen Division at the Wuze Major Vein.
A team traveled through the mountains, relaxed in their posture, chatting and laughing along the way.
Suddenly.
Guo Jin's eyes narrowed, and without warning, he leapt up and grabbed at a cluster of trees above.
"What was that?"
"I didn't see anything."
The team members all looked at Guo Jin in astonishment.
Guo Jin dropped down from the sky and opened his palm, upon which lay a small black insect.
"A Ghost-winged Insect!"
"Isn't that Zhan Hu's Ghost-winged Insect?"
Nan Hao and the others stepped up to take a look, all of them startled.
"Something doesn't seem right."
