Li Tian and fatty rushed to the boundary of Mount Zhong Yue, where the river suppression stone of the river of forgetfulness was nearby.
The two of them tried their best to avoid encountering demonic beasts on the way. In fact, the battlefield had shifted to the boundary of Pingtian mountain. There were only a few demonic beasts alive here, but the dead bodies were piled up into a small mountain. The strong smell of blood and decay floated in the air and did not dissipate for a long time.
Li Tian suddenly stopped in his tracks. He and fatty looked at each other and quickly hid in the bushes.
A group of demonic beasts was rushing over from the distance. Their bodies were covered in mottled blood, and as they ran, loud rumbling sounds could be heard.
"Most of the demonic beasts on Mount Zhong Yue have been cleared." The demonic beast's voice was like a loudspeaker, shaking the mountain forest.
