The mountain was lofty and black all over, like a tower. Its surface was so smooth that it was difficult to climb. Moreover, it emanated a sense of imprisonment, blocking Meng Qi from flying. Meng Qi fell directly once he came near to the mountain, like a stone falling into the sea. Bang! He was hit by a sheet of earth on which grew numerous black-green vines, and the earth was shaken a few times.
Vines were trampled off, and demon-like ruddy blood flowed out of them.
Meng Qi looked up, to find the mountain was as high as thousands of meters, towering into the dark clouds. The only way up was a winding path, looming around the peak and circling like a dragon.
"It seems like another world here," much experienced in Samsara, Meng Qi frowned, trying to judge the current situation.
Could this be the preparation Hasula and others made for a counter-attack?
