On the cliff on the north side of Wuji Mountain, from a distance, there was a black dot stationed there.
It was a human figure standing on a sickly, thin pine branch on the cliff.
The mountain wind howled past, his clothes fluttered, but his figure stood on that frail branch, without the slightest movement.
Duan Rong had released his Divine Sense, closing his eyes as he stood on that pine branch, investigating the situation atop the Celestial Altar, always prepared to make adjustments based on specific changes.
Just now, it was from this cliff that he had flung the enormous grey rhino up to the Celestial Altar. Not far away on the cliff, there were still two inch-deep footprints he left when he threw the rhino.
Amid the howling mountain wind, Duan Rong's eyes suddenly opened, he looked up, only to see two black shadows, one in front of the other, falling from the top of the cliff.
It was precisely Li Shensi and that giant rhino.
