The five stared in the direction of White Bone Mountain, clearly compiled of the Divine Race's bones, yet it gave off an immensely demonic presence.
As if a surging tide of Demonic Qi was pulsing within.
"Let's take a look," Xu Zimei said.
"If there are any good items, I bet they have already been looted by these people," Feng Changnian commented from the side.
"Let's hope we can still manage to get a piece of the action."
"The Demon Race Ancestral Cemetery isn't that simple, for all we know, they might not have lived to lay hands on anything," Feng Changyin said coldly beside him.
The five set off toward White Bone Mountain.
The land was rife with Demonic Qi, even the grass underfoot had been eroded by it, and the occasional breeze that blew by was a black demonic wind.
"It's hard to imagine just how powerful the Divine and Demon Clans were back in the day," Feng Changnian remarked with emotion.
