The two newcomers stood suspended in the air, flanking the mysterious man standing atop the cauldron. One wore an ox-head mask, the other a horse-face mask.
Each carried an enormously exaggerated weapon over his shoulder.
Ox-Head held a fork, crimson as blazing flames and over twelve feet long. With every breath, it sprayed red mist, carrying the stench of sulfur.
Horse-Face bore a saber. Its blade gleamed like snow, its shaft as thin as a stalk of wheat, yet the blade itself was broad and imposing, its spine like a brick and its edge like autumn frost, radiating waves of chill.
Their pupils were equally distinctive: Ox-Head's were red, Horse-Face's white. Their auras were eerie and majestic, and both were formidable experts in the Grandmaster Realm.
Compared to the mysterious man in the unknown mask, these two fellows' weapons, attire, and even their armaments were exceptionally distinctive.
The instant Shen Yuhu saw them and sensed their auras, he thought of their origins.
"Ox-Head God, Horse-Face Ghost—are you from the Shadow Mountain Lineage?"
The Shadow Mountain Lineage was an exceedingly mysterious force of the Divine Continent, one that had existed since ancient times. Back then, however, it had not been called Shadow Mountain, but Fengdu. It had been a force of Innate Ghost Gods, belonging to one branch of the Innate Divine Demons.
Later, during the great war between ancient Gods and Devils, a prodigy of the ancient era happened upon Fengdu's inheritance. Through his talent and brilliance, he created the martial arts system of the Shadow Mountain Lineage, then gradually took in many Personal Disciples and passed down the Peerless Divine Skills he had comprehended. Only then did Shadow Mountain truly take shape.
Shadow Mountain did not actually refer to any fixed location. Rather, it took its meaning from shadow