The mountain peak was finally in sight.
The once-distant outline now loomed on the horizon like the spine of a slumbering dragon, bathed in the bloody hue of the setting suns.
Zhou Chen stood at the forefront of the group, his robes fluttering as he scanned the ridge ahead. “We’re getting close,” he murmured. “The peak’s spiritual density is rising by the second.”
Behind him, Hao Mu Bing’s eyes shone with excitement, her tone playful yet sharp. “Finally! I was beginning to think this endless wasteland was trying to bore me to death.”
Zhang Liu snorted. “You call fighting a dozen scouts, climbing ridges, and digging shards boring?”
“Only when I’m not allowed to torture anyone,” she replied, smiling sweetly.
Yun Hei lips couldn't help but twitch from behind. yet he kept his thoughts to
