After leaving the stone cavern where the Heavenly Demon Blood Pool was located, Mo Lin and the other four continued deeper into the Vast Desolate Ancient Region. As they advanced, the surrounding miasma grew thicker, and the vicious aura permeating the air became increasingly oppressive. Powerful Ancient Demonic Beasts emerged one after another, and they could even occasionally sense terrifying beings at the peak of the Dou Zun realm lurking in the shadows.
Along the way, they encountered more teams from various factions. Most of them were in a sorry state, wounded and weary, their eyes filled with vigilance. Clearly, they had experienced brutal slaughter within the ancient region.
Whenever those teams saw Mo Lin's group of five moving calmly through dangerous territory, their auras long and steady, they all revealed expressions of awe and wariness, quickly stepping aside.
When they reached a relatively open basin littered with enormous beast bones, a burst of roaring energy collisions and piercing bird cries suddenly rang out ahead!
"Hmm? There's a fight?" Yun Yun frowned slightly.
"Let's take a look." Mo Lin swept the area with his Soul Power, a teasing curve appearing on his lips. He had sensed several rather powerful auras, though they carried an unpleasant arrogance.
The five quickened their pace and crossed a mountain of bones, whereupon the scene before them suddenly opened up.
In the center of the basin, a conflict was underway. One side consisted of several young people dressed in colorful robes, their auras haughty. Blazing fire Dou Qi coiled around them, and faint phantoms of magnificent wings appeared behind their backs. They were clearly not human.
The leader was handsome, but carried a sinister air. His pupils were strangely multicolored.
The opposing side had fewer people, only three. They seemed to be a small clan