At the same time, hundreds of miles away, a huge skeleton lay on the ground.
It towered into the clouds, pitch-black, surrounded by an almost tangible killing intent.
Even if it had been dead for an unknown number of years, it still instilled fear in anyone who looked at it.
It was hard to imagine how terrifying this skeleton must have been when it was alive.
At this moment, Situ Feng was sitting cross-legged below the skeleton.
Beside him lay a green demonic beast with two wings on its back.
The man and beast were both immersed in cultivation.
As time passed, their strength soared rapidly.
Especially that demonic beast, it bore an uncanny resemblance to the legendary Qiongqi, exuding a terrifying aura even during its cultivation.
Not far away.
