The mountains of Cyan Ox Ridge are vast and boundless, with steep cliffs that look as if they were cut by axes and knives, exuding a cold and severe aura.
Mist drifts like light gauze among the mountains, with occasional roaring sounds emanating from within.
Somewhere in the center, extensive damage can be seen, with many ancient trees standing charred all over. Around them, various pits and holes suggest an unimaginable battle took place here not long ago.
Bang!
A corpse fell from the sky, producing a dull sound that was particularly jarring amidst the silent mountains.
Furthermore, a masked figure appeared out of nowhere, standing atop a tree.
"Cyan Ox Stepping on Mist Shadow!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man leisurely walked out from the woods with his hands behind his back. He first glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground, then slowly raised his head and spoke.
Gao Xuan then slowly removed his mask and said in a deep voice, "Moonlight on the Wilderness Ridge!"
