A plate of loose sand
In the pitch-black Mountain Range, there were strange rocks and ancient brown trees that reached the sky.
Su mo and the others searched carefully after entering the mountains.
For the sake of safety, the six hundred people were all gathered together.
"What a chaotic aura!"
"There was a battle here not long ago."
"There's a dissipating soul power. Other pavilions have been here!"
"There's also the aura of death and resentment. There are other pavilions that have fallen!"
As the group investigated, they found that the mountain range was in chaos and there were signs of an intense battle.
Furthermore, there was the aura of the Soul Clan being killed.
What was worth mentioning was that when a member of the Soul Clan died, there was no corpse. The soul body would collapse and completely disappear.
Roar! Roar! "Roar!"
Suddenly, a violent roar shook the sky, and a large number of black demonic beasts rushed out of the mountain range.