A Clear Landslide

After the revival of Mount Kunlun, the area outside of the mountain range was extremely vast, truly a natural battleground.

The reddish-brown earth had been tempered by the trampling of many large lifeforms throughout the years and was as solid as rock. Sparse vegetation could be seen decorating the area here and there.

"Be careful, don’t blunder." Yellow Ox chased Chu Feng down the road and spoke in a hushed voice, warning the latter not to be rash.

After all, the Elder Lion King, the Black Dragon and Schiller were all fearsome existences—if one became targeted by any one of them, it would be a disaster.

Chu Feng’s long hair sparkled behind him. He was actually not the first to start rushing down the mountain, yet he had almost arrived. He could not wait any longer; he only wanted the battle to begin immediately.