"Nine people form a group, create a formation, watch all directions, fly across the pool, and do not fly too high, be careful of void rifts in the air!"
Fang Xing's opposition was just a small episode, even he did not persist, and those who personally tested the waters of this Black Swamp, feeling no danger, like the Purple-Robed Elder and Granny Yao, naturally paid no mind. They even believed that Fang Xing said this only because he sensed the nearing of the Gate of the Foremost Perils, hence feeling timid and intentionally causing trouble.
Quickly, they divided all personnel into nine groups, standing on the bank of the Black Swamp, ready to fly across.
"Friend Luo, please go ahead!"
The Elder with Purple Speckles looked toward the leader of the Xiao Clan Alliance, the smiling tiger, and spoke politely.
