The mist was thick and rolling, swaying gently.
Mountain rain loomed as the winds filled the tower; at this moment, with the Mountain Sea Demon Lord's intervention, the entirety of Mount Xianglu surged with winds and clouds.
The maple trees shattered one after another, and the ground split open with immense cracks, stained with fresh blood, the blood of Fiend Beasts. Clearly, as the palm of the Demon Lord descended, these beasts could no longer withstand the tremendous pressure and exploded alive.
Blood flowed like rivers, bones piled like mountains.
This was the way of the Ming Clan; their arrival never heralded any opportunity for peace.
Although the Mountain Sea Demon Lord was considered a sycophant, his strength was beyond doubt. Even among the entire Ming Clan, his formidable prowess instilled fear and respect in many to this day.
