Giant trees reached the sky, and dense mist hung down like a curtain, layer by layer, covering the waterfall that hung all over the cliff.
At the bottom of the cliff, the water gathered to form a vast Lake. At this moment, the wind and waves were calm, and the figure of Cui Wei was reflected. He was half-sitting on the ground, already aligned with the surrounding peaks.
In front of it, the Misty Lake seemed like a puddle that had accumulated after a rain.
Battle King Long Bo was leaning against a tall and Straight Mountain with lush vegetation. He was sitting with his knees bent. The wound on his broken arm had already been sealed by layers of ice crystals.
A burly figure stood in the void above his head.
