Zhu Ganglie soared into the sky and arrived in front of that towering mountain range.
These mountains differed from all the high mountains he had encountered before; they featured cliffs tens of thousands of feet tall that connected with the azure sky. Their bases were rooted deep in the earth, while their peaks reached the heavens. Endless miscellaneous trees flanked both sides, with vines entangling for more than a hundred miles around.
The wind blew without showing flowers, and thunder roared without birds taking flight.
Dark pines spread everywhere, like steel spears.
From a distance, it was a pitch-black mountain, but as one approached, it made one's hair stand on end and sent a chill through the body.
However, Zhu Ganglie didn't care about these things at all. He was very clear, if he found food, they all would eat together, if he didn't find food, they all would eat him.
