Two months passed in the blink of an eye.
The plan of Yun Yan Daoist Master had been implemented for a month, mobilizing all Daoist Masters, dividing them into two groups to lead patrols, with Yun Yan Daoist Master following along every day.
That day, it was Ji An and Moyun Daoist Master in a group; they flew together, separated by twenty zhang at the front, with the Chao Origin Stage Cultivators slightly spread out behind them.
At the back of the team was Yun Yan Daoist Master holding the line.
Ji An looked up at the pitch-black sky; it was noon, and while the outside world was bathed in bright sunshine, here lay silent darkness.
According to past records, certain areas enshrouded by demon fog lasted over a hundred years.
This True Demon Tribulation was different from those before, and it was unclear what changes would occur.
From the rear of the team came three gentle clear whistles, which as agreed, was the signal to rest.
