Thunder rolled across the heavens, while demon blades swished about. The two heaven-shaking magical powers were intertwined into a ball from Nine Peaks Mountain. Wen Leyang sprinted down the mountain, escorted by the Demon Blades. Soon after, he ran out of the thunderclouds' range. Only at the foot of the mountain did he remember that he was not familiar with Jilong Mountain…
Wen Leyang was anxious and annoyed; he wanted to slap himself. He did not even bring a cellphone. Just when he was contemplating to snatch a phone from a passing car, the life vitality scattered around him vibrated. A dozen cultivators were executing their body movements and were rushing towards Nine Peaks Mountain with great speed.
Wen Leyang was quickly elated and ran up to meet them. The ones who came were old friends. The big and little demon rabbits were leading a big group of Great Mercy Temple good hands and closed in on them. Ji Fei and Shui Jing were among them.
