The black-red storm grew increasingly wild, quickly reaching the peak of Mountain Cang that stood nearly a thousand meters high, where it stirred up a whirlwind of dust and debris.
Multiple masters of the Devil Path stood below the peak, eyes staring upwards, completely transfixed.
Who would have known had they not looked, but what they saw was utterly terrifying.
The stone wall from mid-mountain to the peak bore a deep, winding trace that was dozens of meters wide and deep, and hundreds of meters long, like a coiled dragon nestled in the dense forest. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, as though it had been painstakingly polished.
Even from thousands of kilometers away, this sight was clearly visible.
This was clearly a spectacle created by the pressure of their battle. This left one to wonder just what level of mastery they had reached.
