Piercing through layers of cloud seas, and five hundred feet above, clinging to the mountain wall, Su Yie could already see the sparkling firelight on the mountaintop.
It was as if even the sky was scorched by the blazing flames, causing visible spatial ripples.
Su Yie's nerves were on edge as he quietly climbed upwards.
The oppression from the Three-legged Golden Crow was intense, making him feel as though he was carrying a small mountain, incredibly heavy, and a single misstep might cause him to fall and shatter into pieces.
Of course, he wouldn't die from the fall—he could still fly.
However, once he stirred his demonic power, he would inevitably alert the Three-legged Golden Crow.
It took a long time.
Finally, Su Yie quietly reached the edge of the mountaintop, where the mountain wall was scorching to the touch; any mortal touching it would instantly turn to ash.
He cautiously peeked his head out from behind the rocks, looking forward.
