Watching Zhongli Meng depart, Yi Feng found himself alone.
Yi Feng wore a crafty smile.
"Finally, a good opportunity."
He had followed this group to seek out powerful Devil Race members. While everyone else had scattered to search, how could Yi Feng possibly obediently stay where he was?
Zhongli Meng was rather kind, even reminding him to send word if he encountered danger.
But Yi Feng would never truly agree to something like that.
Though he had answered readily, he did not even really know how to send a message.
Call for help?
Impossible. He would never call for help in this lifetime!
Yi Feng could not wait to kick the bucket on the spot.
Secretly pulling out his Great Saber, Yi Feng headed west, completely opposite from Zhongli Meng's direction. He would never give anyone the chance to come to his rescue.
Walking onward with his saber in hand, Yi Feng looked positively radiant.
Though all he could see was an endless expanse of ice and snow, already dull enough to wear one down, and the little monsters he encountered along the way were as disappointing as chicken ribs.
Yi Feng's resolve had never wavered.
Ever since that girl had talked him through it, his determination had become incomparably firm!
Thinking back to the Blood-red Hills, his mind was filled with anticipation for encountering powerful Devil Race members.
With the mindset that even a mosquito leg was still meat, Yi Feng swung his saber with sharp, rapid chops.
Turning into a cold-blooded saber-swinging monster, he harvested experience all the way.
Who knew how much time passed.
After cutting down several scattered waves of monsters, Yi Feng finally noticed something unusual.
Before him stood a gigantic snow-covered peak.
At its foot was a structure resembling a house. At a glance,