The Dead Soul Mountain Range lay in the northwest region of the Central Plains. It could be considered one of the more notorious danger zones in the Central Plains, and it was also very close to the Northwest Continent.
It was said that many great battles had erupted here long ago, and beneath the soil of those mountains lay an unknown number of buried skeletons.
Moreover, the place possessed an extremely dense natural chill, causing cold mist to shroud the mountain range year-round. Deep within that mist, even soul perception would be affected.
"Medicine Saint, the Dead Soul Mountain Range is ahead!"
The space in the sky outside the mountain range twisted, and more than a dozen figures descended. One of them, an elder carrying a heavy sword, respectfully spoke to Yao Chen beside him.
Hearing this, Yao Chen looked into the distance. There lay the outline of a mountain range, its exterior enveloped by a layer of icy cold mist.
This mist could hinder flight and cause ordinary people to lose their sense of direction. However, for a high-tier alchemist like Yao Chen, once his Spiritual Power spread out, it would be difficult for him to lose his way.
"Let's go. Today, we must capture that old bastard Mu Gu!"
The next moment, Yao Chen made a gesture, and everyone followed behind him as they plunged into the boundless white mist.
This time, Starfall Pavilion had dispatched twelve Dou Zun experts. Even the forces stationed at a Soul Hall branch hall fell far short of such a lineup.
Before long, faint rustling sounds drifted out from the mountain range.
"They're Stone-Eating Demonic Ants!"
Looking at the movement below, Wind Venerable cried out in alarm.
The Stone-Eating Demonic Ant swarm was one of the Dead Soul Mountain Range's most terrifying