Fifty thousand Heavenly Soldiers marched forward, encountering an Evil Mountain with perilous ridge; they could only see that upon this Evil Mountain, blurred by yellow sand, with dark earth and trees roots entwined around the cliffs, it was impassable for anyone less than those who could kick the heavens and drill wells.
Within this Evil Mountain.
Two people were in a standoff.
One of them was Yibai.
Yibai, donned in Golden Armor and wielding the San Wu Zhan Xie Sword, kept his eyes fixed on the man before him, not daring to be careless.
In his gaze, the man before him, bare-chested with the lower body draped in a piece of black cloth, hair disheveled, eyes clear, muscles on his body as firm as rocks, blue veins bulging out like dragons, exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Having seen this man, Yibai felt in his heart that he was a formidable enemy, hence he was tense and constantly on alert for battle.
"Who are you?"
