Unfortunately, this small hill is just an ordinary piece of spiritual land. Neither Yang Yuan's corpse bones nor any clues related to the Wild Man's past were found there.
Xiao Mu and the Wild Man, riding their bull, continued eastward.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The sound of clothing cutting through the air arose. Ahead, seven or eight figures were swiftly sprinting in their direction using their body techniques.
Among these seven or eight people, none were in the True Realm; each was merely in the Mortal Realm.
However, the speed at which the seven or eight people arrived was quite fast, as if they had pushed their movement skills to the extreme.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Mu hurriedly held the water buffalo steady and stopped advancing.
The Wild Man also stopped, staying beside Xiao Mu.
The seven or eight people were all Mutated Beings in the human world, passing by Xiao Mu.
