Ancient True Dragons and the Devouring Sky Tiger King had suffered two consecutive attacks.
At this moment, the casualties among the crowd were heavy. In the recent battle, two great powers at the Peak of Saint Venerable had joined forces and still failed to suppress the Devouring Sky Tiger King. One of them even had an arm bitten off and, had they not escaped in time, might have already died at the jaws of the tiger.
Everyone was on full alert, ever vigilant. The Immortal Burial Land was fraught with dangers. Till now, quite a few of the great powers at the Peak of Saint Venerable had died. A moment of carelessness could easily lead to their demise.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, ahead of Mo Wangchen and the others, a tall mountain appeared. The sky here was perceptibly darker than in other places, an ominous darkness, with howling winds that made one's heart turn cold.
The mountain was shrouded in dark clouds, distinctly different from the others.
"This is a Tomb Mountain!"
