The torrential rain continued to pour, drowning out all sound. Now and then, silver lightning flashed across the heavens, illuminating the distant mountain ranges as they rose and fell like giants lying asleep on the earth. The trees in the mountains were indistinct shadows.
Suddenly, a figure cut urgently through the sky, flying toward the boundless darkness ahead.
An Yang's expression was dark and grave as he pushed himself to fly faster and faster.
He hadn't expected that the alliance of five, formed barely half a month ago, would fall apart after taking down just two small branches of the Eternal Life Demon Palace in Southern Jambudvipa. They'd been making grand boasts about what they'd do to the Eternal Life Demon Palace, and now a hunt that wasn't even particularly large had scattered them.
Not only had the team fled in different directions, but one of them had died.
"The road to fighting the Eternal Life Demon Palace really is full of obstacles," An Yang murmured. Yet he felt no regret.
He had never provoked the Eternal Life Demon Palace. It had always been the one to come after him. If he backed down even now, he'd have no choice but to stick his neck out for someone to chop wherever he went.
The five-man team had been far too weak before the Eternal Life Demon Palace. That was no surprise; most people were insignificant before such a behemoth. But even a scholar like that had faced the palace's guardians with his sword raised, singing boldly as he went to his death. How could An Yang retreat?
BOOM!
A bolt of lightning split the sky.
An Yang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He looked back as he flew and saw four enormous figures flapping their wings as