Ling Ying asked confusedly.
They landed on a grassland, but looking around, it was still an endless prairie with no demon beasts, no magical treasures, not even the breath of living beings, only the boundless silence.
"That's strange…"
Yang Tian activated his Divine Sense and probed around, finding indeed no Spiritual Breath, only the Demon Qi in the air was getting stronger.
With that, Yang Tian felt his heartbeat speed up, and his breathing became a bit erratic.
He quickly circulated his Spiritual Breath to calm himself, noticing that beside him, the faces of the three women including Wang Yue were very red, seemingly affected by the Demon Qi in the air, and each was experiencing varying degrees of discomfort.
"Here, use this to hold your breath!"
Yang Tian extended his hand and refined three Breath-Holding Spirit Talismans.
"Big brother, I feel much better now…"
After sticking the Breath-Holding Spirit Talisman, Wang Yue sat on the ground, her face no longer red.
