Amid towering mountains and steep ridges, ancient trees stood scattered about, shutting out the sun.
Within this lush sea of emerald green, where was the withered mountain ridge of legend?
Five figures walked through the mountain range at an unhurried pace.
At their head was Seven Star Demon Hunter Dao Lan. Like a sharp blade cutting through the fog, he steadily followed the most direct route through the winding, trackless forest.
Fishing Old Man stood in the center, his fingertips holding his unique magic treasure, the Sound-Capturing Bell.
To either side of him were Gou XingShi and Huangfu Song, both wearing solemn expressions.
At the rear was Luo Chen, whose cultivation was the lowest among the five.
Dao Lan led the way as the vanguard, a role guaranteed by his formidable strength.
Luo Chen, despite having the lowest cultivation, guarded the rear. That too was a display of strength!
No one normally spoke of the name Azure Sun Devil Monarch, but everyone knew it in their hearts. Huangfu Song's wary glances at Luo Chen from time to time made that plain enough.
Luo Chen seemed oblivious to Huangfu Song's gaze. As his Divine Sense spread out to survey the surroundings, he recalled what Fishing Old Man had said about Withered Wood Ridge on the way here.
This was a territory occupied by wood-element spiritual plants.
It appeared to be filled with all manner of strange flowers and exotic herbs, but in truth, every spiritual plant here was merely a companion growth of the Withered Blood Vine.
In other words, the moment they took their first step onto Withered Wood Ridge, they had already been discovered by that Fifth Order Withered Blood Vine.
Fighting in such an environment, there was no possibility of gaining any geographical advantage.
Especially since the intelligence