As the Wild Soul team ran towards the highest point of the Peak of the Divine Crown, Luo Chen clung tightly to the back of the antelope, letting the fresh blood stain his clothes. His heart was filled with confusion and reluctance, not knowing what all this was about. However, he knew he had to hold on and find a ray of hope.
The scene at the highest point of the Peak of the Divine Crown gradually appeared before Luo Chen's eyes. It was a majestic mountain peak, with clouds and mist swirling around the summit, as if it led to another world. The Wild Soul team stopped in front of the mountain peak and knelt down to the ground, seeming to show submission to some mysterious power.
Luo Chen jumped off the back of the antelope and staggered to steady his footing. He looked up and saw a figure standing at the summit of the mountain, draped in a black robe, with a face hidden in darkness, exuding an aura that was mysterious and powerful.
