Chapter 2032: The Power That Suffocates the Twelve Ancestral Wus!

He had already learned from the Ten Thousand Worlds chat group where the fairy isles harbored beast and demon beasts, and where he could avoid them.

Even Luo Fu could only handle eight of these powerful, demonized beast and demon beasts at once; more than that, Luo Fu couldn't protect the Wu clan people.

Even if all twelve Ancestral Wus joined forces, they might not kill even one.

After hearing Luo Fu say this, they became even more cautious, always following closely behind Luo Fu, trying not to fall behind.

Xuanming, who had just broken through in cultivation base and obtained the Qiankun Cauldron, wanted to test her strength, but this thought of hers was quickly suppressed by Sister Houtu.

"Didn't you hear what Saint Luo Fu said? If we fall behind, we might die here!"

Xuanming pouted and said, "I understand, I won't act recklessly."

Their group walked, stopped, walked, stopped—finally avoiding most of the demon beasts and beast beasts, yet along this path they saw very few fairy-grade herbs.

They were mostly common medicinal herbs and some ordinary fresh plants.

To obtain more valuable fairy-grade herbs, one truly must seek out demon beasts or beast beasts with greater destructive power or stronger demonic corruption, to see what they guard.

"What are your thoughts?" Luo Fu asked as he walked.

The twelve Ancestral Wus felt increasingly anxious and exhausted the deeper they went.

"Exhausted," Sister Houtu admitted honestly.

Even Sister Houtu, who had protection, felt exhausted; others were even more drained.

Xuanming was somewhat better off—he was guarded by the Qiankun Cauldron, which had rested on Penglai Fairy Isle for so long and was an ancient primordial treasure, capable of shielding him.

Zhu Jiuyin's forehead was drenched in sweat.

"Saint Luo Fu, why don't we rest for a while? If we keep walking like this, our spiritual power and cultivation base will give out—we won't be able to resist the toxic spiritual energy outside."

Shu Shou stared, drenched in sweat, at the figure ahead—Ju Mang.

Ju Mang nodded and said, "Yes, Saint Luo Fu, I feel like I'm about to suffocate."

Penglai Fairy Isle truly wasn't a place for them; with their current early Semi-Sage cultivation base, they couldn't survive on Penglai Fairy Isle at all.

Especially when they were meant to find other medicinal herbs—or the Ten Spirit Roots.

This was a matter of life and death!

Luo Fu, beside them, had already absorbed part of the toxic spiritual energy, allowing the twelve Ancestral Wus to feel slightly lighter—yet Di Jiang still didn't feel much relief.

"Then rest."

After they all sat down, Luo Fu finally spoke to them about Penglai Fairy Isle.

"This time, I intend for you to understand: Penglai Fairy Isle is not a place you can simply come to after breaking through a rank, and leave whenever you please."

Luo Fu looked solemnly at the twelve Ancestral Wus before him; their expressions instantly changed.

He understood Luo Fu's meaning—Luo Fu was reprimanding them, warning them not to think that breaking through made them invincible in the Honghuang realm.

Zhu Jiuyin suddenly realized, his mind clearing instantly.

Perhaps Luo Fu brought them to Penglai Fairy Isle not truly to find the Ten Spirit Roots—after all, the Ten Spirit Roots were lost since ancient times, and finding them was extremely difficult.

Perhaps Luo Fu simply wanted to knock some sense into them, to stop them from getting arrogant.

Even with Luo Fu's help, the Wu clan still cannot match the Yao clan—that is the truth.