After the eight Mountain Masters left, Heiye Wuguang led the participating disciples to the outside of the post.
Before setting foot on the path of the assessment, one could already see the shadowy figures of monsters lurking around.
In the hazy mist, the eyes of these monsters gleamed red.
As if waiting for the arrival of prey.
"Sky Demon Mountain, truly not a benevolent place!"
All the participating disciples, including Ling Xiao, felt the same.
And those disciples who had been here before shuddered, as if recalling something terrifying.
Through the fog, Ling Xiao wanted to see the true form of Sky Demon Mountain.
Unfortunately, he couldn't.
The mist here is not ordinary mist but mist containing powerful soul power.
This power can block and diminish Ling Xiao's vision.
"Sky Demon Mountain, what exactly are you?"
Ling Xiao was very curious, but for now, he had to set foot on this path; perhaps later, he would know the true face of the mountain.
