A narrow mountain path.
Beyond this lies the renowned Blood Sweat Ridge.
Inside Blood Sweat Ridge, people have once stayed, but later all disappeared.
Satellites attempted to capture images, but they were shattered likewise.
There is some mysterious power inside, which nobody knows even now.
At present, martial artists from all over gather here, and even some mysterious powers that hide time have come to join the excitement.
Nobody wants to miss out on this perfect opportunity.
A chance to reshuffle the deck!
Trent Marsh rode on a high horse, slowly leading in front.
The martial artists behind him followed suit, keeping a distance of about one kilometer.
Many martial artists have spontaneously formed alliances.
Seeing this, Julius Reed and the True Lord of Nine Nether snuck in, unnoticed, to join a group of foreign martial artists unfamiliar to them.
This way, no flaw exists.
A masked man, a blind man.
An unremarkable presence.
At first, everything went smoothly.
