A desolate peak towering ten thousand zhang high stood barren, not a blade of grass growing upon it, its entirety pitch-black.
The sky was gray and overcast as well, giving off an oppressive feeling.
At the foot of the mountain stood half a cyan stone stele, upon which the words "Demon Peak" could be seen.
A streak of cyan light flew over from the distant horizon at extraordinary speed.
As the void rippled, yellow light flashed, and a Yellow Giant Hand over ten zhang long materialized out of thin air, striking the cyan streak squarely.
A man let out a miserable scream as the cyan streak fell from the sky. It was Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan's face was pale, his body covered in wounds, blood flowing without end. The flesh on his back was mangled, exposing white bone.
His eyes were filled with terror. If not for the restrictions here, which had kept Han Changming from pursuing him too quickly, he would already be dead.
The Amethyst Flying Scorpion had already been killed, and Lin Xuan's greatest support was gone as well.
He glanced behind him, took a deep breath, and rushed up the mountain. At this point, he had no other way to shake off Han Changming and could only hope that the restrictions here would do so for him.
Lin Xuan crawled close to the ground at remarkable speed, looking utterly bedraggled.
Before long, two streaks of light flew over from afar. They were Han Changming and Ye Xin.
Han Changming frowned and activated his Golden-Eyed True Pupil, looking toward the mountain. He spotted quite a few spatial rifts.
Ye Xin waved the Blue Banner Flag in her hand. Countless wisps of blue vapor surged forth, transforming into blue water arrows roughly a foot long that shot toward