Re-entering the realm

"Aowu!"

The night in the catacombs was as dark as ever.

The wandering demonic beasts began to roar at night.

Fang ping and the others did not tease each other anymore. They were all wearing catacombs armors and had restrained their auras, keeping a low profile like rocks.

1200 li wasn't too far for them.

One hour ... Two hours ...

They passed through the mountains and detoured around the Great Lake. Along the way, they also encountered some gathering points of the demon clan. Fang ping and the others did not make a move. They avoided as much as possible.

At their level, middle and low-ranked monsters were almost useless and threatening to them.

When he was still weak, Fang ping had once wondered why Grandmaster-level powerhouses did not slaughter the weak.

Now that he had really reached this realm, Fang ping had some experience.