Meanwhile, Astarte stood on the tenth peak with her bewildered eyes mirroring the confusion within her heart.

　　"What the h.e.l.l is going on? Where are master and Else?"

　　She wondered while using her Origin Sight to sweep the surroundings and seek the presence of her partners. However, an irresistible force prevented her from seeing beyond the eleventh peak. With that new limit, she made no progress. Worse, as time went by, she was forced to exert more of her cultivation base to contend with the rising chthonian energies in the air.

　　Although unlike death essence, nether force wasn't inherently lethal to the living, it still was a potent, chilling poison. Therefore, the combination of the two soon turned into an intolerable source of discomfort.

　　But for the sake of being by her master's side, tolerate, she would.

　　Without hesitation, Astarte turned into a silver light beam and flew toward the eleventh peak. But she didn't even cross thirty meters that her speed plummeted, and she crashed onto the ground. Suppressed by a force whose origins she still knew nothing of, she struggled to return on her feet, and rush toward the next peak.

　　With the suppression she endured, five hours pa.s.sed before she landed on the eleventh peak. Sweat filled and trickled down her forehead while she gasped for breath like an untrained mortal discovering cardio.

　　"To say nothing of the fact that I don't even know their accurate location, even if they merely lied ahead, at this pace, can I really catch up to them?"

　　She wondered while wiping off her sweat. Lack of Information indeed was an exasperating condition. Alas, even if she knew nothing might come out of it, she could only blindly rush ahead, hoping that ultimately, their road would cross.

　　After all, at one point in time or another, Konrad would ultimately head into the most "chthonian-heavy" locations.

　　Renewing her resolve, Astarte dashed across mountain pa.s.ses and slopes, eager to make her way out of the eleventh peak to reach Konrad. However, as she did, never did she expect that a pair of dark-green eyes observed her from the shadows.

　　With her presence concealed by her Withering Leaf, Ilkaalt stood within one of the naturally formed cultivation caves of the eleventh peak, trying to harvest death lilies.