The border of the Northern Wastelands.
The western branch of the Witchcloud Mountain Range.
An azure-masked ghost cultivator was fighting a wood demon.
Boom!
Within a short period of time.
All the wood demons were killed by the ghost cultivator.
Ba Country's logistics department.
Transport personnel.
Bang!
A youth had destroyed a wood demon with a single punch.
"Fist God, please protect my fists and overcome all obstacles to kill the demons of the Northern Wastelands."
"Die!"
Bang!
Another punch.
After making sure that no enemies survived, Qing Mu took out the wooden tablet from his neck and placed it in his hands.
"What are you doing?" Gui Jiang asked Qing Mu.
