This Beili Immortal Mountain was truly magnificent, shrouded in immortal mist, ethereal in appearance, suffused with an extraordinary air.
Looking from the outside, one could never have imagined this was a battlefield.
Yet upon stepping within, it became clear—the grand mountain body bore everywhere the marks of having been split asunder by tremendous force, some architectural fragments half-buried beneath shattered stone.
Bodies lay strewn about; after countless years, even the air still harbored a murderous aura that made one's heart palpitate.
Above all, a majestic and ancient oppression surged down from above.
"It's the pressure emanating from this immortal mountain—how strong."
Xu Yang gazed at the summit, his heart quivering.
Straightaway, he stepped forward.
He saw three corpses.
Broken, battered, and yet fragments of immortal radiance still clung to their ruined forms.
Xu Yang performed the Heaven-Devouring Spirit-Eating Skill.
Whoosh!
