Where Li Chen walked, the mountain mist automatically parted, forming a path. Eerie and unpredictable, it looked from afar like a ladder leading to the Nine Heavens.
At the top of the mountain, there was a waterfall. It was like the Nine Heavens Galaxy, crashing down.
Underneath the waterfall stood a middle-aged man, with deep-set eyes and a weathered face, showing no emotion.
In his hand was a dark Mystic Iron scimitar, with sparks of flame flickering on it.
The waterfall cascaded down violently, hitting the black blade like waves.
Yet not only did the waves fail to extinguish the flames on the black blade, but they also fueled them, making the fire burn more fiercely, until the entire waterfall, the whole mountain ridge, and even the entire Mist Ghost Forest were dyed a glaring orange-red.
"Burning Wood God Sword!"
The middle-aged man shouted explosively into the air, swinging the black blade like a raging Fire Dragon toward the cliff.
"Boom!"
