The sea tribe camps originally guarded by those powerful demons were handled by Nascent Soul cultivators like Gui Hongyuan and You Mengtian.

The advantage of this team formation method is safety.

However, one-third of the merit points should be given to the Nascent Soul cultivators who accompany the team.

The remaining two-thirds were divided among the rest.

With too many monks and too little porridge, each person received only a pitiful amount of merit.

In order to obtain more merit points.

Therefore, many Nascent Soul cultivators began to form teams in private, exchange information, and hunt down powerful demons on their own.

At the same time, in order to compete with others.

Get the top-grade magical artifact first.

Every minute and every second is precious.

Having gone through all this trouble to come here is equivalent to wasting half a day.

This could directly prevent everyone from getting top-grade spiritual artifacts.

That's why the Nascent Soul cultivators were so disappointed and even blamed the person who provided the false information.

The leader of this operation, a mercenary from the Chifeng Mercenary Group, saw everyone like this.

A surge of anger rose within me.

It was directed at the person who sold him the information.

He trusted the person who provided him with the information.

It was precisely because both of them came from Yunzhou.

Out of trust in my fellow villager.

He then purchased this intelligence.

This unexpected thing happened.

If the person who provided him with false information were standing in front of him now.

He desperately wanted to fight that guy.

In short, we can no longer be friends.

Although he felt very aggrieved, he couldn't show it.

He could only force a fawning smile and say, "Please don't worry, everyone. There are still a few campsites ahead..."

"hehe"

Upon hearing this, the fat monk from the Wu Chan sect let out a cold laugh.

"If the first campsite was a disaster, how can you guarantee that the subsequent campsites won't be the same?"

After the fat monk finished speaking...

The others looked on with approval.

The leading mercenary gave an awkward smile and said, "Since we're already here, what do you think..."

"Anyway, I'm not going. If I go back early, I might be able to catch up with the Supreme Elder's group from the Xuan Tian Sect..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'd rather take on a mission than waste this time."

"Let's go, everyone's gone..."

The crowd sounded dejected, and everyone was clamoring to leave.

Seeing the situation turn out this way, a look of anxiety flashed in the mercenary's eyes.

If all these people leave, even if there are powerful demons in the camp behind them.

That's not something he could handle alone.

And just when he was at his wit's end.

Suddenly, a golden light appeared in the distant sky.

The golden light, like a streak of lightning, flew to the sky above everyone's heads in the blink of an eye.

The golden light dissipated, transforming into a talisman.

Looking at this talisman, a hint of doubt flashed in everyone's eyes.

"This is... a communication talisman?"

Some people recognized what the talisman was.

A look of realization flashed across everyone's eyes.

"Who sent us communication talismans in this desolate wilderness?"

Someone asked, puzzled.

You should know that they are currently located 15,000 li northwest of Hongjiang City.

This place is almost at the forefront of the war.

It's hard to say there's a second group of people within a radius of ten thousand miles.

"Yeah, why not just send us a voice message if you need something? Why waste time sending voice transmission talismans?"

A communication talisman is a type of talisman commonly used by low-level cultivators.

It is engraved with a weakened version of the sound transmission technique.

Cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage will directly learn the divine power of sound transmission.

Such talismans are rarely used.

"Could it be that a cultivator at the Golden Core stage has arrived nearby?"

Some people speculated.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his words were rejected.

"Impossible! Let alone this godforsaken place, there aren't many Golden Core cultivators even in Hongjiang City!"

The recapture of Hongjiang City was only half a month ago.

For cultivators at the Golden Core stage, this place is fraught with danger.

One wrong move and you could lose your life.

Even in Hongjiang City, there were only a few Golden Core cultivators who had moved there with the Four Directions Alliance headquarters to handle miscellaneous matters.

They dared not leave the city.

Not to mention running ten thousand miles north.

Therefore, a hint of doubt flashed in everyone's eyes.

Just when everyone was completely baffled...

The mercenary captain probed it with his divine sense.

"Fellow Daoists, please wait here for a moment."

A gentle, youthful voice rang out from the communication talisman.

After hearing this sound.

A look of surprise flashed across everyone's eyes.

Cultivators at the same level usually address each other as fellow Daoists.

Only when encountering elders or cultivators of a higher realm than oneself will one address them as "senior".

People who send out telegrams now refer to them as seniors.

It's clearly the Golden Core realm.

In the middle of nowhere, a Golden Core cultivator suddenly appeared and sent them a message talisman.

This is somewhat alarming.

"Should we still leave?"

A female Nascent Soul voice asked with some curiosity.

As a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage.

They killed countless real ghosts.

Naturally, I'm not afraid.

"Wait, of course we'll wait. I want to see who it is!"

The fat monk said coldly.

"That's right, we'll wait here!"

The other monks also agreed to stay.

And so, the group that had originally planned to break up fell silent.

Curious, they looked in the direction from which the sound transmission talisman had come.

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