Pilgrimage Mountain, on the steps leading to the summit.
Three figures appeared.
It was Su Mohan, Ren Feifan, and Little Fox.
Little Fox was calm, even somewhat dejected, but the eyes of the other two were filled with shock.
Because what lay before them was nothing but barrenness!
Not a blade of grass grew, only deathly silence.
As far as the eye could see, the surroundings of the steps were barren, filled with a sense of death.
Indeed, everywhere one looked, there were white skeletons.
Ren Feifan felt as if he were standing in the depths of hell.
The chill wind carried the aura of death, causing Ren Feifan to involuntarily shiver.
"It seems the steps are difficult to traverse; so many people have died, they're probably all failures."
Ren Feifan lamented.
He sensed a constant oppressive force striking him.
Fortunately, he had recently absorbed part of the Blood Moon's power, and some Xingcheng power on his body surface helped block some of it.
