The Black Wind Mountain Range lay to the east of the Azure Cloud Mountain Range, stretching for hundreds of miles.
It had earned its name from the black miasma that shrouded it year-round. Poisonous insects carpeted the ground, demonic beasts roamed freely through the mountains, and for ordinary cultivators, it was an undeniably perilous place.
The moment Chen Chen stepped into Black Wind Mountain's territory, a cold, damp gust tinged with a faint stench rushed toward him.
The forest was dim. Towering trees blotted out the sky and sun, making the place seem eerie even in broad daylight.
He did not hurry deeper in. Instead, he found a hidden corner on the outskirts of the mountain range and stopped.
He pushed the Nine Nether Soul Refining Art to its limit, his powerful Spiritual Power spreading swiftly in all directions like an invisible spiderweb.
Every blade of grass, every tree, every insect, and every ant within several miles appeared clearly in his senses.
He was waiting for someone.
Waiting for the "tails" following behind him.
Sure enough.
About the time it took an incense stick to burn after he stopped.
Five figures silently appeared at the edge of his spiritual perception.
All five wore the robes of Azure Cloud Sect Outer Sect Disciples. They moved in seamless coordination, clearly a team that often acted together.
The leader was at the Qi Condensation Fourth Layer. He was broad and powerfully built, with a massive Mountain-Cleaving Axe on his back and a savage scar across his face. He radiated fierce Killing Intent.
The other four were all at the Third Level of Qi Condensation. Their auras were steady, their gazes vicious. One look was enough to tell they were no good men.
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