"Is this the Mountain Mausoleum Area?"
On the peak of the mountain, looking at the majestic mountains that pierced through the clouds and feeling the fresh air, Yin Siming's eyes shone with a deep divine light.
They had finally escaped the prison-like Land of Sins.
"Right now, we are in the Thunder Swamp of the eastern region in the Mountain Mausoleum Area. There are many ancient tribes here. Do you see that mountain in front of us? It's called Great Green Mountain, where a family called the Tushan family has been passed down for generations. In addition, with Great Green Mountain as the center, the area within a radius of 1.2 million miles is all my territory."
Lin Wudao raised his hand and pointed at the Great Green Mountain in the distance.
Hearing this, Yin Siming's heart skipped a beat.
