Five hundred li outside Bianlin City stood a steep, colossal mountain. Stretching between the Black Demon Fog and Bianlin City, it was like an impassable natural chasm, blocking the demonic fog's invasion of the city.
A flying boat slowly descended, and a figure soon emerged.
Nothing but desolation met the eye. Only a few dilapidated buildings remained, standing forlornly halfway up the mountain.
"This is the Cangyun Mountain stronghold?"
Lin Fan furrowed his brows slightly.
"Don't let its dilapidated appearance fool you. Hundreds, even thousands, of formations are embedded throughout the mountain, capable of warding off the Black Demon Fog's erosion."
"This place is the foremost line of defense where Bianlin City resists the Black Demon Fog."
The speaker was a stern-faced Bianlin Guard, who had been ordered to personally escort Lin Fan to the stronghold.
While the two were speaking, a streak of Evasive light approached from afar.
As the radiance faded, a petite, graceful figure soon appeared.
She wore fiery-red battle armor. Her skin was dark, her lips red and teeth white, and a sharp heroic spirit glinted in her eyes.
Seeing the woman appear, the Bianlin Guard glanced at her and said, "Meng Que, you're not dead yet?"
The woman's expression remained calm. She said indifferently, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Guard Envoy."
The Bianlin Guard gave a mocking laugh, then looked at Lin Fan and introduced him to her. "The former person in charge of the Cangyun Mountain stronghold died in battle not long ago. This is Wei Wushang, from the Puppet Palace. The City Lord arranged for him to take charge of the stronghold."
"I'll leave him to you."
With that, the Bianlin Guard didn't even look back. He piloted the flying boat rapidly into the sky, and soon vanished at the edge of the