Bloody battle

With a loud bang, the huge Colosseum behind him collapsed.

That hell-like place no longer existed, but no one knew who was behind it.

Fatty and his men led the way, while Li Tian, the old monk, and the others followed closely behind.

They followed a flight of stairs that led to the outside of the snow Mountain.

The evil laughter in the air continued, sometimes near and sometimes far, like a villain's savagery.

The stairs were uneven, and with the power of the withered plum blossoms, the snow fell for thousands of miles. A thick layer of ice crystals formed on the stairs, and Li Tian and the others walked very slowly.

The laughter behind him followed closely, like a curse.

After a while, they finally reached the ground.

At this time, everyone was already panting and sweating.

However, as soon as Li Tian went up, he saw a dark shadow in front of him.