When the crowd peered over the cliff's edge, they all jumped in fright.
More than ten meters down, a bluestone outcropping barely a meter long jutted out from the cliff face. And there sat Shen Lang, cross-legged!
The stone was tiny and covered in incredibly slippery moss. There were no other handholds nearby, nor were there any ropes or safety lines in sight.
One careless slip would mean a fall to certain death, leaving not even a complete corpse behind!
Even a Spirit Martial Realm Martial Artist, capable of briefly forming Spiritual Wings, would be courting death in a place like this...
This newly arrived group hadn't seen Shen Lang hunt down Sun Hongwen. They didn't know he had run straight up the cliff face to chase and cripple him.
Although they had seen Shen Lang easily defeat Liu Feng from Blood Spirit Peak the previous night and knew he was strong, they were still utterly astonished.
