The fog was floating, and at the foot of the desolate Holy Mountain, the gray earth was emitting strands of black qi. Xiao Chen and the others had no choice but to release their Protective Gang Qi to protect themselves.
They climbed an upward sloping path for over three hundred meters up the giant mountain. It didn't feel like they were climbing at all due to the enormity, vastness, and altitude of the Holy Mountain.
Before long, they arrived at a height of one kilometer. It was here that they began to truly enter dangerous territory. There were occasionally plumes of blood-colored fog drifting their way, casting expansive shadows, the smell of blood was so prevalent.
"The path ahead is perilous; I had to stop here last time."
