"Huff... Kid, we finally made it out."
The morning sun shone on Li Muyang, after escaping the confines of the vast mountains, Wei Sandao collapsed on the ground, instantly smashing his head open and bleeding profusely.
A demon cultivator at least in the Spirit Travel Realm, yet felled by a roadside stone, showed just how weak Wei Sandao was at that moment.
Despite his head being split open and bleeding, he did not try to stop the blood; instead, exhausted, he lay on the ground, closed his eyes, and greedily absorbed the nature's spiritual energy around him, soon beginning to snore.
This reckless man who had escaped a deadly situation was now, even in his unconscious state, instinctively absorbing the spiritual energy of the land.
Li Muyang heaved a sigh of relief and looked back at the undulating mountains, clicking his tongue.
"Black Cloud Fort is truly a sinister place."
