Cloud Mountain was vast and majestic, its main peak imposing and towering to ten thousand feet, with far-reaching sprawling ridges stretching wide.
The mountains were ablaze with vibrant colors, lush and upright!
At this moment, inside and out, the place was filled with Martial Artists.
Ever since the Yunshan Clan relocated, this blessed land was naturally eyed by countless powers.
But due to all the fighting over it, no one had truly taken over yet.
And so, it became the battleground for Xu Yang and Song Yuanhao.
The forces of Qingzhou gazed upon the soaring Cloud Mountain, ceaselessly lamenting: "It's over now. Song Yuanhao and Xu Yang—those two are the very pinnacle of the young generation, practically at the Peak of the Realm of Myriad Phenomena! After such a fight, what will even remain of Cloud Mountain?"
