Ghost King Mountain, a massive high mountain that looked as if it had been dyed in ink, stood starkly between heaven and earth, with gusts of chilling wind sweeping through in desolate silence.
Halfway up the mountain, a giant ghost face, grotesque and seemingly furious, was constructed from black rocky cliffs. Its mouth agape, it revealed two rows of sharp, sinister black teeth, resembling an enormous black fierce beast roaring in anger.
From the gaping mouth of the giant ghost face, there was a deep passageway. Shi Feng stepped into the mouth and walked along the path, where an eerie, haunting silence pervaded. On either side, ghost fires of eerie green color burned, spontaneously igniting in the darkness as Shi Feng advanced.
