After they passed a thousand meters, the pressure mounted with every hundred meters.
Yet none of them slowed down.
The old woman took the lead, flying at the very front, with the others close behind.
Lu Yang followed at an unhurried pace. The sheer, chiseled mountain walls swept past them.
On this ancient, snow-covered divine mountain, every so often they could feel a wave of fearsome demonic power!
This demonic power was completely unlike anything Lu Yang had encountered before. It was filled with endless violence and chaos, and gave off an intensely dangerous aura.
After years of seeping into the surrounding rocks, this frenzied demonic power had formed pockets of demonic territory steeped in chaos. Even as they hurried past, Lu Yang could still hear wild, rumbling roars from time to time.
"Little Friend Lu, you must be careful. The Demon Race living on Ancient God Mountain are no ordinary demons. They're ancient Fierce Beasts and their subspecies. They're savage and make no distinction between friend and foe. Once you enter their territory, even a king-level expert could find himself in grave danger!" the Middle-aged Man from the Wanyan Family warned.
"Thank you!" Lu Yang had already sensed that these regions were unusual. He had deliberately steered clear of the areas shrouded in demonic energy along the way and had run into little trouble.
But once they had climbed to a height of ten thousand meters, the pressure radiating from Ancient God Mountain, striking directly at the soul, still left Lu Yang reeling with dizziness and nausea.
Even his soul, whose depth rivaled that of a late-stage king-level expert, seemed as insignificant as a speck of light vying with the moon beneath the divine mountain's pressure.
"This mountain truly lives up to its name!" Suspended in the air more