As the sun set in the west, the sky was covered with a red hue.
Li Yunmu rode on the fierce tiger toward the ore mountain between Lakshmi City and Asura City. After the fifteen gods had disappeared, the speed of the fierce tiger had increased greatly. By noon, it reached the vicinity of the ore mountain. By following the narrow path, they could see a great mountain, which was shaped like a broken sword struck in the ground, in front of them.
That mountain was the ore mountain partitioned to Chen Xiu by the four great clans with several veins of ores hidden within it.
One after another, several clouds of black fog appeared in the sky and quickly flew into the shadow behind Li Yunmu. He looked at them while sitting on the fierce tiger, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"A group of people who overestimate their own strength," he mumbled to himself.
Not one of the fifteen gods had survived.
