The Puppet Sect's sect ruins were vast in scope. Xiao Ye, following the guidance of the sect's compass, flew for two and a half days straight. Not only did he not seem to get any closer to the central area, but he also encountered several waves of ferocious beast attacks.
The overwhelming onslaught of ferocious beasts could have petrified an ordinary warrior of the Xuanwu Realm.
Xiao Ye, together with Little White, still managed to break through.
"Little White, is there a treasure ahead?" Xiao Ye patted Little White's head and asked with a frown.
Little White fluttered his nostrils for a moment and then woofed a nod.
"It seems we're on the right track, but the journey is far too long," Xiao Ye thought anxiously.
With only half an hour left until the emergence of the Void Martial Saint Tablet, if he did not reach the central area in time, how could he even think of entering the Holy Tablet Space?
