"We're heading southwest, let's go."
The last rays of the sunset were about to fade.
But Fu Changsheng still hadn't seen the Yellow River mentioned by the system.
At this moment, anxiety flickered in Yu Qingru's eyes: "Changsheng, it's going to be completely dark soon, and the temple is still nowhere to be seen. Should we change direction?"
It's too late to change direction now.
Moreover, he firmly believed the system wouldn't provide incorrect information; the only possibility was that the temple mentioned in the intelligence was too far away:
"Xiaoqing, transform!"
Time was of the essence.
There was no need to hold back now.
"Hiss~"
The Cyan Flood Dragon shot out from Fu Changsheng's sleeve, a surge of blue light flooding out. What was initially a three-foot-long demon body suddenly turned into tens of feet:
"Go."
