In this way, Marshall Morgan advanced very slowly.
After several hours, he had only progressed a few thousand miles.
Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, there came a violent rumbling sound from the front, along with that eerie wailing of a specter.
Someone was being besieged by specters.
Marshall Morgan's figure flashed as he approached, only to find that it was a young man and woman, surrounded by more than a dozen black specters.
These two young people, their cultivation was in the Early Fifth Realm, considered geniuses, capable of battling across two levels.
However, among the geniuses who entered this time, they were considered the underdogs.
At this moment, they were already in mortal danger, their bodies covered with scars, evidently inflicted by the black specters.
"Little sister, run quickly, I'll hold them off!"
The young man roared.
"Brother, if anyone should flee, it's you. I'll hold them off!"
The young woman shouted as well.
