The inky-black night enveloped the entire space. In the darkness, several vast mountains deep within the Phoenix Mountain Range loomed, their peaks soaring into the clouds.
Compared to those vast mountains, Black Wind Ridge could only be considered an ordinary ridge.
The towering trees here were not dense; it was mostly shrubbery.
A few bestial cries and the flickering points of phosphorescent Ghost Fire painted a grim atmosphere. In such an environment, an ordinary person would feel the approach of "death," the detachment and distance of "life"!
In a dense thicket, Shen Lang, wearing an Evil Ghost Mask, silently pushed aside the branches obstructing his view, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
About a hundred meters directly in front of him, a person completely hidden in a black cloak stood between two boulders, their back to him. Their figure nearly blended completely into the darkness.
