At the end of the Earth, Number Nine’s white teeth appeared even more white under the setting sun. They were stained with blood and were somewhat terrifying.
He turned around and walked towards the depths of the battlefield, disappearing from Chu Feng’s sight.
He didn’t know why, but he felt a chill in his heart. He couldn’t see through number nine at all. According to Qing Yin, the number one mountain in the world had accepted the most talented geniuses as disciples in prehistoric times. It was the same in every era, but until now, there wasn’t a single person left.
It was truly chilling. Where did they all go?
How could Chu Feng not think about it? Because number nine seemed to want to possess him before, even though it seemed to be a test later on.
But this wasn’t enough to prove that there wasn’t a chilling secret behind it. The waves of time were splashing about. There was only one person left of such a powerful orthodoxy of the number one mountain in the world?
