Luo Chengfeng and Ling Tianyu left Yanling City together and headed for Liulang Mountain.
In just a few breaths of time, the two appeared in a mountain area shrouded in clouds and mist. After all, it was winter now, and at six o'clock, the sky was not yet bright, and the mountains were still somewhat dark.
"This is Liulang Mountain. We are now in the belly of Liulang Mountain. Their confrontation must be on the highest peak of Liulang Mountain, that mountain there—Tianlang Mountain," Luo Chengfeng said, landing steadily on a patch of weeds, pointing at a towering peak not far away with his hand. The top of the peak could be seen covered in a thick layer of ice, exuding a very sacred aura.
Ling Tianyu had already seen it very clearly, certain that the ice was extremely thick, and then he quickly followed Luo Chengfeng's steps and hurried over.
The two did not fly any longer. Around Tianlang Mountain, there were another seven or eight peaks, which were slightly lower.
