"It really is a monster."
Yi Chen shook his head and sighed.
This monster was probably some kind of spirit beast, perhaps with something else mixed in.
He looked around, a trace of confusion flashing through his eyes. "The surroundings look no different from the other areas, so why does my mind keep trembling?"
That question rose in his heart.
Perhaps that utterly terrifying resentment damaged my mind.
That was what Yi Chen thought.
He glanced around and discovered that, aside from monsters, there were no other living creatures in this ancient mountain range.
That was just as well.
He continued up the mountain range.
Just then, footsteps sounded in the distance, and over a dozen armored Soul Masters came running over.
These Soul Masters were all Peak Douluos. Clad in heavy armor and carrying weapons, they scanned their surroundings with savage gleams in their eyes.
As soon as they arrived, they discovered that this desolate area had been utterly destroyed. The ground was riddled with scars, and even the branches, leaves, and roots of those towering trees had been burned to ash.
"Who dares run wild here? Are you tired of living?"
One of the Peak Douluos roared in fury, his booming voice echoing through the surroundings.
Hearing that thunderous roar, the Soul Masters all raised their heads and looked over.
"It's that newcomer!"
By then, they had noticed Yi Chen as well.
Although Yi Chen looked somewhat bedraggled, he carried himself with an extraordinary air and clearly seemed unlike an ordinary cultivator.
Wariness immediately appeared in their eyes.
"That fellow looks pretty young, and his cultivation isn't high. He's got some nerve."
"So what? If he dares run wild here, he'll pay the price!"
They snorted coldly and slowly approached Yi Chen.
This area was their territory,