A shadow flashed across the sky of the Phoenix Cry Valley.
Li Yuanqing fled all the way from the forest. Seeing that the valley below was very strange and seemed to have a natural effect of isolating divine senses, he crawled in along the entrance of the valley.
Outside the valley, the words Phoenix Cry Valley were written on the rock wall.
The Phoenix Cry Valley was probably the name of this valley. Li Yuanqing did not know why such a valley had a name.
Perhaps someone had already checked in here, but there were no signs of anyone reclaiming it outside.
In addition, Li Yuanqing had already run out. It was so far away and he only wanted to find a place to rest for the time being. He did not care so much and crawled in for the time being.
Fang Zhou did not look like a simple fellow. The moment this kid died just now, the two old fellows behind him ran towards Li Yuanqing as if they did not care about their lives.