With the Spirit Boat, it didn't even take a day. By around six in the evening, they had arrived within the Taihang Sect's territory.
Looking down from the Spirit Boat, Tang Feng fell silent.
Taihang City had already been breached, and innumerable city residents lay dead or wounded. They were only low-level cultivators in the Gathering Spirit Realm.
Considering the strength of the Beast Tide, it was already quite remarkable that they had managed to hold out until now.
"This is Taihang Sect's last line of defense," an elder of the Taihang Sect said in a panic, hardly able to contain himself.
As the Spirit Boat approached the foot of Taihang Mountain, rumbling noises that shook the earth could be heard.
This was all very new to Lan Xin and Su Jiaqing.
As they looked at the mountain below them through the screen, both of them were utterly astounded.