It seemed that because they were getting close to the Northern Cold Lake, the demons that'd been attacking them constantly along the way were starting to disappear.
Daoist Qing Yan, who was riding at the very front, suddenly raised her hand and made a gesture; Fang Yu and the others behind her all reined in their horses and stopped.
"The demons active inside the Northern Cold Lake are stronger than the ones we met on the road. You need to be prepared."
Daoist Qing Yan calmly gave her instructions, but Fang Yu and the others didn't really take it to heart.
The skirmishes along the way weren't even enough for someone like Luo Jianqing to warm up, and even for Fang Yu, they weren't enough to get stuck between his teeth.
They hadn't seen a single demon with more than fifty thousand HP the whole time; it was all small fry.
Daoist Qing Yan didn't go into too much detail, she simply continued.
