Everyone thought Ye Wuming took Zhao Changhe to the "Zhao Mansion," their secret place.
In reality, it wasn't the case.
No matter how they achieved the crossing, the fundamental principle is the further they go, the more exhausting it becomes. At such a time, Ye Wuming wouldn't waste his strength to travel as far as Earth.
If he wasted his strength, how could he fight...
The two clasped hands, minds in sync, simultaneously activating their divine skills.
In the next moment, the two appeared in a desolate mountain wilderness, beneath a dark moon and fierce winds, with corpses strewn everywhere and weapons scattered all around.
Zhao Changhe gazed at the surroundings, lost in thought, silent for a while.
This was the scene from that dream... In this desolate mountainside, a chaotic battle raged among many factions, littered with bones, not knowing who was friend or foe, grabbing random weapons from the ground and hacking away.
