On the shore of Qing Lake.
Queyue Ming was panting heavily, his viscera shaking, choking his breath. Even though he was a Centurion followed by a Bone-Tempering Realm warrior with his blood and Qi integrated into his bones, he still couldn't resist the impact of the airflow produced by the ferocious beast in the Blood Refining Realm during its rampage. The gap in the innate power couldn't be changed. If he were just an ordinary War Soldier, he would have been vomiting blood and falling to the ground by now.
Standing by the lake, Xiao Chen looked at the mountain range that stretched nearly a thousand miles, such a beautiful mountain region occupied by a group of monsters was simply a waste of nature. The land of the human tribe could not be ruled by foreign clans.
