Beside him, the Little Sparrow Demon descended, gasping for breath as he spoke:
"Finally caught up."
"Daoist, you don't know the lengths we went to find this thing. The Cyan Snake Immortal and I, we've leveraged countless connections within the Demon Race!"
Lin Heng was stunned and lost in thought.
He never imagined that the Cyan Snake would actually find this thing.
The Black Mountain Ghost Tree was indeed dead.
It died in the Western Desert.
But, like the Black Mountain Demon, before heading to the Little Sumeru Mountain, it hid the Undying Stone Heart and left a wisp of its consciousness.
"How are you?"
The Cyan Snake turned to look at Lin Heng, her tone somewhat cold, but a hint of heartache flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"I'm fine."
Lin Heng shook his head and stood up.
He casually pulled the Cyan Snake behind him and then looked at Fa Hai with guarded eyes.
At that moment, Fa Hai was still maintaining a downward offensive posture.
