The terrain undulated, and a purple mist enveloped the area, giving Immortal Mountain a majestic and robust presence.
One peak after another was shrouded in fog, where ancient trees shimmering with flowing rosy light could vaguely be seen, resembling a celestial wonderland.
The sound traveled far, echoing through the mountains like the roaring of thunder. Yet, there was no response from Qin Hao.
Shi Hao's lips bore a trace of crimson; blood trickled out, and he couldn't even swallow it. Even a slight exertion caused pain, indicating the severity of his injury.
Around him, the crowd once again showed their astonishment, deeply sensing that Little Stone was nearing his end. He had battled a Divine Entity, paid a heavy price, and might perish today!
"Rumors say he went to duel with the strongest Divine Entity, did he succeed in slaying that last one?"