Li Xiaoqiang felt the pressure of the Demon's Palm. He held his breath and silently moved outside Yin Mountain. Li Xiaoqiang dared not stay here any longer. If the Demon's Palm found him, he would surely die here today. To live a few more years, Li Xiaoqiang thought it wise to leave as soon as possible.
In no time, Li Xiaoqiang finally tiptoed his way out of the depths of Yin Mountain. Now, sitting under a lush green tree, he leaned against the trunk, took a deep breath, and cursed quietly, "Damn it, this is unbearable! So painful!!"
As Li Xiaoqiang spoke, he pushed a protruding rib back into his chest with all his might.
"Ah!"
The excruciating pain forced a scream from Li Xiaoqiang, cold sweat dotting his forehead.
Li Xiaoqiang lifted his head, looking toward the cloud-covered depths of Yin Mountain, and said, "This Yin Mountain, as expected, is one of the three forbidden lands of Zhao Country, hiding such a powerful existence."
