A continuous and undulating crimson mountain range, with clusters of red clouds floating above, as if fierce flames were drifting in the high sky.
Bursts of deafening explosive sounds came from deep within the mountain range, shaking the ground and the mountains.
Wu Tianxin flew out from deep within the mountain range, his expression one of panic.
They had just entered this area when they appeared at the site of the restriction, and three of his tribe members had already been killed by the restriction.
A strong force of gravity surged from the ground, and Wu Tianxin's body rapidly fell towards the earth.
Giant meteorites wrapped in flames streaked across the sky, smashing towards Wu Tianxin.
Wu Tianxin opened his mouth, and a golden bell shimmering with spiritual light flew out. He cast a spell, and the little golden bell quickly grew in size.
