Their marching route was nothing like the cautious and timid path of the righteous sects.
The disciples of the Demonic Cult lived lives of licking blood from the blade's edge, their heads dangling by their trouser strings. When it came to planning their route northward, they were extremely bold. They made no deliberate effort to avoid the territories of demon kings and demon gods.
Instead, they chose high-altitude, high-speed flight. Soaring thousands of zhang above the ground, they covered four to five thousand li a day. The entire journey was smooth and unimpeded, without a single attack from any demon king or demon god.
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