At night, the dew was heavy and cold.
When the sun rose, the cold air on Qin Mu’s body slowly dispersed. He leaned on his walking stick and stood up shakily. The blood on the wooden stick was the blood of a god, and it was still very bright and fresh.
He looked forward and saw a mess.
The battle last night had caused a lot of damage here. The Black Mountain that had split open had already been blown to smithereens by the Dao Fruit of the thin and long freak and was nowhere to be found.
The Flaming Weirdo Eye that was sandwiched between the split Black Mountain had also disappeared. The ground around it had sunk deep into the ground. The lanky weirdo had sacrificed it to the past universe and turned it into pure energy.
