After flying at full speed for two days, Gu Chenfeng finally arrived near the territory of the Rakshasa Race.
Gu Chenfeng muttered to himself with a smile, "The mountain range below is where the Rakshasa Race resides, the Independent Space should be at the center of the range."
However.
Just as Gu Chenfeng was about to descend.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
Three figures suddenly flashed out and blocked Gu Chenfeng's path.
The three of them were all dressed in luxurious clothes, their bodies exuding a terrifying aura.
Gu Chenfeng slightly furrowed his brows and muttered, "Immortal Venerable powerhouses! Don't tell me the territory of the Rakshasa Race has been occupied?"
Leading them was a white-haired man. He held a long sword that glinted with a cold light, arrogance and disdain flickering in his eyes.
The white-haired man said expressionlessly, "Brat, this place is the domain of our Wuxian Sect, no idle rabble may trespass! If you know what's good for you, then scram!"
