Tang Zuolin and the others gritted their teeth, following closely.
Weaving through the Ivory Jungle, they dared not fly too fast, cautiousness was paramount.
Poof!
Suddenly, a disciple of the Xiafei Sect, upon passing an ivory tree, was caught off guard as it spat out a whirlwind of fate, brushing against the hem of his clothes.
In just an instant, the hem was crushed, turning to dust, and disappearing entirely.
"Be careful!"
Yu Conghui shouted sternly, "The fate storm here can claim an immortal's life. Even if you're in the Realm of Seeing All Living Beings, you're not exempt."
The disciple, trembling with fear, wiped the cold sweat from his brow.
Several hours later...
They finally reached the lowest point of the swamp, where they saw three gigantic tusks standing close together, nearly upright, piercing the sky, their height comparable to Mount Everest.
