The withered forest stands steadfast, deeply rooted, leaves dry, as if cursed. Walking through it, one feels oppressively suffocated.
Besides withered trees, there are only barren grass and Night Vines. They tightly entangle the rocks and trees, swaying with the wind.
Here, the sun is often scorchingly hot during the day, while the nights are exceptionally cold.
Apart from barren grass and withered wood, there are no signs of life.
Mo Yuan Cave Master, accompanied by three Nascent Soul Cave Masters, arrived at the peak of Huangmu Peak, invisible and hidden.
Someone was already waiting here.
And not just a few.
These cultivators were generally tall, dressed in revealing and tight clothes, exuding a primitive beauty.
At a glance, one could tell that these people were cultivators from the Barbarian Clan.
"The Human Clan has arrived," sensed first by a blind barbarian of the clan.
