Outer edges of the Demon Forest.
In a continuous and majestic forest, the mist never dispersed all year round, giving birth to miasma. Roars of beasts frequently echoed from within the deep mountains, shaking one's heart.
The blazing sun hung high in the sky, its golden radiance blocked by the mist. As far as the eye could see, all sorts of colorful hues permeated the air, appearing both vibrant and eerie.
The Heavenly Earth Energy in the Demon Forest was very rich. Unfortunately, the pervasive miasma was detrimental rather than beneficial to Cultivation, making it easy to suffer cultivation deviation when staying here too long.
On half a mountain, cracked open by an unknown force, Ling Chen stood with his hands behind his back, a Long Sword hanging from his waist.
His gaze looked down. Several hundred meters away in the mist, a massive shadow was ceaselessly charging and ramming, creating earth-shaking noises.
AWOOO—
