Qi Mang Mountain.
Song Wenlong was one of the few experts whose cultivation had reached the Sage Realm, yet for various reasons, had not entered the Demonic Cultivation Alliance.
He was not like Mo Shanmu, who harbored lofty ambitions.
His cultivation had reached the Sage Realm.
And because of his own combat strength, he had not been absorbed into the Demonic Cultivation Alliance, allowing him to truly have his way in the Demon Domain—to call for wind and get wind, to call for rain and get rain.
He lived an exceptionally carefree life.
To him, truly reaching the Sage Realm and joining the Demonic Cultivation Alliance would indeed allow him to obtain stronger divine patterns and opportunities to further improve his cultivation.
But it would also cost him his freedom.
More importantly, he was now like a local emperor. Was that not far more satisfying than becoming someone else's lackey?
It was precisely because of such thoughts that he spent nearly every moment in leisure and pleasure.
With his combat strength, no one should have needed to disturb his peace.
Yet on this day.
The long-lost tranquility was shattered.
The Mountain Protection Formation was suddenly attacked and, in but an instant, utterly destroyed.
"Who dares destroy my Mountain Protection Formation?!"
Song Wenlong shot into the sky.
As an exceedingly rare Sage Realm expert, he had not set up an overly powerful Mountain Protection Formation.
With him guarding the mountain, what kind of Mountain Protection Formation could truly be useful?
Thus, the Mountain Protection Formation he had arranged could easily be blasted apart even by a Saint.
Such a Mountain Protection Formation was more for warning than anything else.
No wonder he was so enraged.
Yet the instant he flew into the air, he saw a Blood Person racing toward the