"Who is there?!"
With that low shout ringing in his ears—
Wang Yuan and Huang Wu suddenly found themselves transported across millions of miles, the mountains, lakes, and seas pulled right before their eyes.
In the next moment, they were standing atop a lofty peak that seemed capable of rivaling the sun and moon, with the vast starry sky lingering only beneath their feet.
The summit where they stood was extremely smooth, as if someone with great magic power had cleaved the mountain with a single sword strike, simultaneously severing the path to the Heavenly Realm.
A grey mist pressed down upon their heads, gradually dispersed by the bright silver "Taiyin Light" radiating from above Huang Wu's head.
But the surroundings were filled with increasingly loud rustling noises, like countless insects.
In the dark horizon, the twinkling was not from millions of stars but the icy compound eyes of insects!
It seemed as if they had been dragged into a cold insect's nest.
