Two silhouettes flashed next to each other above barren mountains. The silhouettes belonged to two young men.
One of them was standing on the shoulder of a huge stone golem. His appearance was unkempt, he was dressed in a long azure robe. His hair fluttered all over the place since the headband holding his hair up had broken. With just a glance, one could tell the man resembled Duan Ling Tian. Devil Qi continued to surge out of the stone golem he stood on, but cracks could be seen on it. It was obvious it had taken a lot of damage. It seemed as though it was going to collapse soon. If there were Devils around, they would be able to tell the stone golem was a Saint Devil Puppet.
The other person, on the other hand, was dressed in a black robe. Similar to his companion, his appearance was unkempt as well. His hair was flying everywhere, and he seemed to be injured.
The black-clad man tossed a seal to the azure-clad man who was standing on the shoulder of the stone golem.
