After flying through the night, they arrived at the edge of the Hidden Mist Domain before dawn.
This way, they could launch an attack during the day when the temperature was the highest and the lighting conditions were the best.
Meng Chao stood in the nearly 360-degree transparent spherical observation room in front of the Kun Peng. Looking far into the distance, he could see the rolling mountains shrouded in clouds and fog.
The mountains were as steep, sharp, and dangerous as the reefs in the stormy waves.
It was also as if an enormous prehistoric beast was lurking in the depths of the clouds and mist. Every mountain peak was its tusk, and the mountains that surrounded it were its bloody maw.
When the fierce wind blew away the clouds and mist and vaguely revealed the jungle under the dense fog, two surging, turbid rivers could be seen meandering, entangling, and colliding from the depths of the mountains.
