However, to the elder, he didn't seem to care much.
In his hand, he didn't even carry the lantern symbolizing "Divine Spirit."
But after walking about three to five miles, he suddenly patted the demonic wolf he was sitting on.
The wolf demon stopped abruptly, its body trembling as if in extreme fear.
"Black Wind King, long time no see."
The elder turned his head, looking to the north, and gently stroked his beard.
His hand secretly rested on the hilt of his sword at his waist.
From the northern mountain came a long cry.
One could vaguely see it was a majestic black eagle, about ten feet tall, perched on the peak, its eyes piercingly sharp.
Crack!
The rocks at the mountaintop were crushed to pieces by its talons.
"Do you all also wish to probe the reality of the Dayin River?"
The elder drew his sword from the sheath, laughing as he said, "Creatures of evil, you too seek to explore this opportunity? Or is it fear of an anomaly that prepares you to move away?"
