This peak was extremely steep, resembling a pen holder.
Over a hundred yards of cliff, the rock face was smooth and slippery.
Only in the crevices did stubborn shrubs manage to grow.
From here, it looked utterly unclimbable.
Above them, only a lonely two or three stars twinkled in the sky.
Yang Fei took a sharp intake of cool air.
"Could they really be planning to climb up from here?"
Indeed, the skinny man, Brother Hao, came to a halt.
"The peak is where the Martial God Ruins are located," he announced.
"The front mountain has been sealed off, the only way up is for us to climb here."
The group, viewing the perilous peak, all seemed to shrink back a bit.
A man in an Adidas sports shirt stared blankly at the peak.
"Brother Hao, this is too dangerous, how can we possibly climb it?"
Brother Hao chuckled, an indescribable pride in his laugh.
"I've already planned for this, it's definitely dangerous."
"But besides this method, we have no other choice."