Morning.
A faint mist enveloped the Great Mountain, like a thin white veil, obscuring the view.
Beneath the mountain, in the Great Wilderness Border Village, the mist from the mountain was like wisps of smoke, gradually dispersing over the village, making the already dim view more obscured from the horizon where the sun had just risen.
At the same time.
A group of nearly thirty people gathered at the entrance of the Great Wilderness Border Village.
Among them, almost twenty were muscular and fierce-looking, their faces showing exhaustion between their brows.
The rest were disheveled, with deep tear stains at the corners of their eyes and red slap marks on their cheeks.
At the forefront stood a man nearly two meters tall, with explosive muscles and a body covered in thick hair, resembling an ape.
This man was King Mountain, standing at the village entrance like a mountain of flesh blocking the way.
