Going Forward
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In the middle of Shiwan Mountain, two lone peaks stood far apart facing each other. There was a distance of thirty-five kilometers between them.
On the lone northeast peak, thousands of cultivators were firmly encircled by boundless monsters. Whether it was a great demon, sword immortal, or eminent monk, long lost was their elegance and calmness from when they were still cultivating in heaven's path. Now, they were engaging in the arduous battle with disheveled hair; they were hysterical, blood rained down, and agonizing howls and screams filled the wilderness.
While on the lone southwest peak, a group of Kong Nuer's inferiors and the big-headed short man, were sitting on a giant rock on top of the peak.
Not far away, countless monsters were gathering, as they charged into the place of the outer fringe.