In a clearing, the corpses of over forty Silver Moon Wolves lay in pools of blood.
A blood-soaked youth stood proudly, long spear in hand. He slowly turned to face the two who had suddenly appeared behind him, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Lin Hai, Lin Tao? I didn't expect to run into you two so soon!"
The Abyssal Mountain Range was vast.
The Ten Great Celestial Prodigies were wary of one another, so they had scattered upon entering the Abyssal Mountain Range, putting as much distance between themselves and the others as possible.
This was especially true for the Three Prodigies and the One Tyrant; everyone else steered well clear of them.
Hong Yu had entered the mountains and immediately headed deep into the Central Area, yet he had still run into them.
It really was just like the old saying: enemies are destined to cross paths!
