One towering mountain peak after another stretched endlessly, devoid of mist-shrouded forests or relentless cascading waterfalls.
There was only the drifting white clouds overhead and the gentle breeze brushing softly across one's face.
Upon the mountain peaks lay a gray dragon-like figure, rising from the mountain ranges and weaving through the peaks. From above, it appeared alive, a colossal dragon pressed firmly against the vast land of China.
This was the ancient city wall. Through the passage of time, weathered and enduring, it bore witness to countless ages. Two figures stood atop the highest part of a beacon tower, motionless.
In an instant, the two had reached this place, a land where they could fight with no holds barred.
"Your abilities haven't improved in the slightest, Ye Qiu. With such pitiful strength, do you really think you can stop me?"
Luocha Sect Master spoke indifferently, his purple robe billowing in the wind, producing a sharp, rustling sound.
