As Gu Fan and his group faced a dire situation, Xue Wang, Lord Xiong, and Mo Yun also encountered something strange. They had been trying to cross a mountain that under normal circumstances should have been a piece of cake for them, as they could traverse walls and roofs with ease, running as if on flat ground even on steep cliffs.
Yet, something odd happened. The mountain that visually seemed to be merely four hundred meters high, according to Xue Wang and Lord Xiong's estimation, should have taken no more than a minute to cross.
Five minutes, a full five minutes, and Xue Wang, Lord Xiong, and Mo Yun were still halfway up the mountain. They had to stop, lifting their heads they saw the peak, which had actually distanced itself further from them. Looking at the ground, my goodness, they must have climbed at least one thousand meters.
"My gods, can this mountain grow taller on its own?" Xue Wang exclaimed, shocked. It was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre event.