"This is quite a good place," Xu Zimo said with a faint smile.
"Few people usually come here, and this is the territory of our Three-Eyed Demon Race.
Other races disdain coming here as well," Yue Qingli said with a bitter smile.
"I believe that one day, you'll lead your race to rise," Xu Zimo said, patting Yue Qingli on the shoulder.
Yue Qingli nodded heavily.
A transparent barrier surrounded Three-Eyed Mountain.
Yue Qingli brought his palms together, his hands forming seals against each other.
A snowflake-shaped mark condensed between his hands.
When the mark drifted down from above Three-Eyed Mountain, the transparent barrier around them seemed to be corroded.
A gateway melted open.
Xu Zimo and Yue Qingli smiled as they entered the barrier.
A gentle breeze blew across the mountain, but the moment they entered, both sensed that something was wrong.
"Blood. Such a heavy stench of blood."
Xu Zimo glanced at Yue Qingli, a bad premonition faintly rising in his heart.
The smell of blood was far too thick. It could not have come from merely a few deaths.
Besides, they were still standing at the foot of the mountain.
Yue Qingli looked at Xu Zimo, then ran toward the mountaintop in panic.
He moved incredibly fast, even stumbling a little.
The farther up he ran, the thicker the bloody stench became.
Carried by the breeze blowing toward them, Xu Zimo could even see faint streams of blood flowing down from the mountainside.
He felt that Yue Qingli was too slow.
He simply grabbed the back of Yue Qingli's collar and soared directly toward the summit.
Within a few breaths, the two had nearly reached the mountaintop.
Before Xu Zimo had time to examine his surroundings, the sight that met his eyes was a mountain of piled