"I come from Mountain Tu!"
A voice that seemed to originate from the ancient and vast era resounded throughout the eight directions, cold eyes overlooking the earth, and boundless majesty descended.
Fang Lin's face was pale. He felt an unimaginable oppressive force, one that absolutely could not be exuded by any strong person of this era.
Mountain Tu, the true name of the Eternal Divine Mountain, and that voice claimed to be from Mountain Tu—what did that imply?
"This can't be possible!" Fang Lin gritted his teeth. Having faced so many life-and-death crises, he had never felt such despair as he did now.
Vast vitality continuously surged toward the pair of eyes above the sky, as if a life was being condensed.
The Pavilion Master of Sealing Sword Pavilion laughed maniacally, like he was possessed, continually attacking Fang Lin and Dugu Nian, repeatedly dealing them serious injuries.
