The five looked toward White Bone Mountain. Though it was clearly a mountain piled from the bones of the God Race, it gave off an unusually demonic feeling.
It was as if boundless demonic qi churned within it.
"Let's go take a look," Xu Zimo said.
"If there's anything good, these people have probably already snatched it all," Feng Changnian said from beside him.
"Hopefully, we can still make it in time to drink some of the soup."
"The Devil Race graveyard isn't that simple. Perhaps they won't even live long enough to take anything," Feng Changyin snorted coldly.
The five of them headed toward White Bone Mountain together.
This land brimmed with demonic qi. Even the grass beneath their feet had been corroded by it, and when an occasional breeze blew past, it was a black demonic wind.
"It's hard to imagine just how powerful the Gods and Devils races were back then," Feng Changnian said with emotion.
By the time the five reached the foot of the mountain, many figures had already entered their sight.
Their arrival did not draw much attention, because there were nearly a hundred people from various factions gathered here.
"Nine Dragon Villa, Misty Illusionary Manor, Wind Sword Sect, Yan Yue Sect... so many factions," Feng Changnian said as he identified the people around them one by one.
"It seems this Devil Race graveyard isn't simple this time, or it wouldn't have attracted so many people."
Feng Changyin walked up to someone nearby and asked with a smile, "Brother, why are you all staying at the foot of the mountain? Why aren't you going up?"
The Young Man who had been addressed turned his head and replied blandly, "White Bone Mountain is fraught with danger. We don't dare go up. Anyone below the Fusion