Xie He's speed was very fast.

Although he no longer had his pincers, his speed had increased on the other hand.

The color of the sky had just hit daybreak. Just as the first ray of light shone down, Xie He had reached the Hundred Thousand Mountains, landing on the entrance of it.

Looking over from a distance, there was a layer of twisted Nether energy around the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The entire sky of Nether energy was like malevolent claws and teeth, letting out a soundless roar that rushed toward the heavens.

A trace of reverence leaked out of Xie He's eyes. He knew that within that Hundred Thousand Mountains, there was an extremely powerful existence.

Thinking about his four great generals that had been roasted bright red, he once again thought of the two pincers that he had no choice but to give up on. Xie He felt his heart bleed. His rage was also blazing, and his resentment for Bu Fang had also reached the peak.

Originally, he could have been a local tyrant in that Li