It was over eight o'clock in the evening.
Hawaii.
Million Mountain.
Here the mountains are clear and the water is clear, the jungle is dense, and it is isolated from the world.
In the depths of the million mountains, a series of kilometer-high mountains stretch and rise majestically.
On the mountain tops, ancient buildings have been built, and ancient and bizarre totems are carved on the buildings.
This is where the Witch God Sects are located.
Even at night, there are many strong and robust Witch God Sect disciples patrolling.
At this moment.
In a cave in the Back Mountain.
A middle-aged man with dark skin, tall and burly, with black lips is practicing cultivation.
This middle-aged man is the Head of the Witch God Sect, Cyril Malone.
But at this moment.
Crack.
A cracking sound suddenly rang from his chest.
Cyril Malone was shocked and took out a broken black jade pendant from his chest.
He frowned and then got up and went outside the cave.
