Divine Mountain.
A thick, clinging mist of black energy shrouded the mountain.
Everything above the mountainside was swallowed by black fog, looking sinister and terrifying.
At the foot of the mountain stood rows of unmarked graves. They belonged to the Dragon Kingdom's heroes.
The howling cold wind sounded like their furious roars.
It was already late at night.
The wind and snow had grown fiercer.
Winds above force ten carried pellets of snow that struck the body like cutting blades.
Yateng and his companion had buried themselves beneath the snow, quietly awaiting the Dragon Kingdom's reinforcements.
Once contact with a unit was lost, countless soldiers would immediately come.
They were ready for the slaughter.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle."
The ears of the two men resting with their eyes closed twitched slightly.
Soft footsteps sounded on the snow.
Amid the bone-chilling wind, that person walked slowly, lightly, and steadily.
"Here they come."
"Only one person?"
After communicating through their thoughts, both men looked horrified.
One person dared to storm Divine Mountain?
The Satan Organization's Angel had reached Seven Awakenings.
Those two from Eden had reached Eight Awakenings.
With a lineup like that, even Guan Guoxing coming would have been no surprise.
At the very least, shouldn't it have been a division-sized force?
Yet the newcomer's leisurely strides made it clear that he had not come with good intentions.
An eerie green light flashed in Yateng's eyes, and the snow covering him could no longer obstruct his vision.
At that moment, he finally saw what the newcomer looked like.
He was thin, dressed in blue Daoist robes, with cloudy gray eyes. It seemed... something was wrong with his eyes.
His hair and beard were white, and grief showed on his face.
His thin robe flapped in the wind, as though a gust could