Five hundred miles is not a long distance for the group at present. If it weren't for their serious injuries and the need for Di Moyu to clear the way first, they would have arrived very quickly.

Even so, the speed was not slow. The group overcame all obstacles and arrived at their destination in less than half an hour.

The soft moonlight shone down, and the tree branches remained completely still.

"I...we should continue walking a little further, in case those trees catch up with us."

The other Yuan Yan Sect disciples looked at the branches that now seemed to have become "well-behaved" and said with some fear.

"It's nothing."

Jun Feijue and Di Moyu had previously discussed the characteristics of these trees, so he gave a brief explanation to everyone.

"I see, then...then it's okay..."

With their minds at ease, the disciples, whose injuries were severe but who had been holding on with sheer willpower, finally gave in and collapsed, instantly losing consciousness.

"Click..."

The moment they landed, a thin layer of frost covered the unconscious disciples.

"It's very cold here. We need to save them quickly, or they'll freeze to death."

Seeing this, Wu Qipeng immediately said to the other disciples who were still conscious, "You all need to quickly regulate your breathing and heal your injuries. You can't fall asleep."

"yes!"

The other disciples who were still awake were also very exhausted, but they knew how powerful the cold energy was. They all tried to dispel the cold energy from the unconscious disciples while circulating their internal energy to heal their injuries and prevent themselves from fainting.

Their current situation is difficult, but they are already incredibly lucky to have survived. How could this small problem possibly defeat them again?

"Junior Brother Di, you're saying that Junior Sister and Junior Brother Sheng are together, right?"

Although Wu Qipeng was also not in good condition, he did not immediately adjust his breathing. Instead, he walked up to Di Moyu and asked anxiously, "Then how are they?"

"I don't know."

Di Moyu shook his head slightly, then took out his walkie-talkie to try to contact Jun Feijue, but found that he could not get through.

"This is?"

Seeing this, Wu Qipeng, who was standing nearby, asked with some curiosity.

"Walkie-talkie."

Di Moyu said this without intending to explain, not only because he was not fond of talking, but also because he was not in the mood for it now.

Seeing that Di Moyu's expression was not good, Wu Qipeng did not ask any more questions and waited quietly.

Although I don't understand what Di Moyu is doing, I can guess that it must be some kind of communication method.

Di Moyu stared at the walkie-talkie in his hand for a moment, then dialed again.

The distance here shouldn't be far, but the call can't be connected. Thinking back to the situation when the two lost contact before, the only possibility is that Jun Feijue's walkie-talkie is broken.

Therefore, Di Moyu is now dialing a different number on a walkie-talkie.

Having a weapon refiner in the family, it's natural that they wouldn't only prepare one walkie-talkie, such a valuable item.

"Ring ring ring..."

Feng Wuxi, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly heard a strange noise, which startled him so much that he stood up and looked around warily.

Don't panic, it's just the owner's walkie-talkie ringing.

Seeing this, Xiao Geji glanced at Feng Wuxi with an air of naiveté and then took out a walkie-talkie from Jun Feijue's storage ring.

"Hey (Hello, who is it)."

Then, to Feng Wuxi's bewildered gaze, Xiao Geji picked up the walkie-talkie and answered it with great seriousness.

"It's me."

Hearing Xiao Geji's voice, Di Moyu's previously anxious heart relaxed. "Where is A-Jue?"