In front of the unnamed Ferocious Beast Mountain, Gu Xi sighed.
For this thing to be called a mountain, it had to be considered rather brave.
The mountain before him was no more than fifteen meters tall, and from end to end, it was less than three hundred meters long. It was true that the mountain was covered in trees, but all of them were saplings small enough to be gripped in one hand.
Gu Xi did not even need to send troops here. Any ordinary person could come over and chop down every tree in this place in a single morning.
If Gu Xi's undead came over, moving the entire mountain away would take less than an hour.
It could be said that for a place this tiny, forget the Stab-Face Clan's people—even if some random little village came, its inhabitants could fill the mountain in front of him.
But when it came to the traditions of his subordinate races, Gu Xi still showed respect and understanding.
Although it was only such a small hill, Gu Xi still had to inspect it seriously.
Standing before Ferocious Beast Mountain, Gu Xi had already given up hope.
He merely intended to find the spot closest to the mineral vein below.
If it was suitable, opening a Void Crystal Mine here would be fine too.
But after using Sacred Moonlight to form Ghosts, Gu Xi realized something seemed a little off.
The Ghosts clearly had all the traits of Ghosts, yet they had no way to enter the underground part of this mountain range.
It was as if something was blocking them.
Gu Xi frowned and retreated to the guide's side.
"What does this mountain look like in your eyes?"
"Just an ordinary little hill. But I heard our forebears all played