The snow-capped mountain towered into the clouds, piercing the sky. Mist shrouded its summit, making it impossible to see what lay within.
Wang Teng and Zhou Xuanwu turned into streaks of light and shot straight into the mist.
The moment he drew near, Wang Teng sensed distinct spatial fluctuations.
"Be careful!"
Even with Wang Teng's Planetary Level strength, his expression tightened slightly as he spoke a warning.
He had personally experienced a Space Rift and knew full well how terrifying it was. Even Planetary Level powerhouses could not guarantee they would face one unscathed.
The Ancient God's corpse from back then was still vivid in Wang Teng's mind.
Even such a powerful existence had been unable to escape disaster, let alone a newly advanced Planetary Level rookie like him.
Zhou Xuanwu also knew how dangerous this place was. He did not dare let down his guard in the slightest, quickly nodding as he followed closely behind Wang Teng. His gaze vigilantly swept the surroundings, guarding against any danger that might emerge.
The two slowed down and gradually ascended toward the summit, breaking through layers of mist until they reached the top.
Tap!
Tap!
Before long, the two landed atop the mountain.
The scene here took them by surprise.
Darkness filled the surroundings, and the mist was so dense that they could barely see around them.
Wang Teng frowned, surprise appearing in his eyes. From below, he had only seen the summit enveloped in mist. Only after truly reaching this place did he discover that the sky overhead was filled with dark clouds, black and oppressive, as thick as ink.
From time to time, one or two streaks of silver lightning flashed within those clouds like silver serpents, darting through and concealing themselves in that inky sea of clouds.
Zhou Xuanwu