Chapter 233: Bloodshed, No More Little Rock From Now on (3rd update) _1

Seeing the youngster put on an innocent look, the old man couldn't help but burst into a string of curses.

His heart was filled with terror, his face pale with fear, which even now had not subsided. He was trembling violently, overcome with fright.

That scene would become a nightmare that would torment him.

Stepping into the teleportation altar, he was transported to a mysterious place shrouded in fog.

Looking around, majestic mountains loomed on all sides, as tall and grand as upright blades. They seemed to pierce the skies, amongst them mist rising, trees casting shade, lush and dense. The raw, primitive atmosphere bore down on him, evoking an overwhelming sense of insignificance even within him.

Those from the Stone Village who had entered were there, each of them performing some strange ritual, constantly bowing towards the mountains as if pleading for some entity to intervene.

He was just about to eliminate these weaklings.