And so, they ran for about another one and a half hours.
Xiao Zhan's pace started to slow down.
At the same time, the Death Demon Scythe he was holding became heavy once again.
But this time, it wasn't Ye Youlong playing a joke on him, but rather both of their Spirit Manipulation Energy had been depleted by over half, their arms sore and numb, naturally giving the feeling that the Artifact Spirit in hand had become heavier.
"Let's rest for a bit. They haven't caught up to us for so long, we should have enough time to rest."
"Moreover, we have started to enter the inner perimeter of the Twisted Jungle, the road ahead is not as safe as the one outside."
Ye Youlong suggested.
They were now facing not only the danger from Huang Fei and his group but also the perils posed by the Twisted Jungle.
