Three days later, Thousand Blade Mountain.
The night of midsummer, North Peak.
"Pa!"
A hand gripped the edge of the cliff, fingertips faintly white from the strain.
The young man carried a charred hunting bow on his back, sweat soaking his whole body. He gritted his teeth tightly, using all the strength in his hands and arms to flip himself up over the cliff.
"Hah... hah..." Du Yu gasped for breath, having just climbed up the cliff, but with the steep terrain, he quickly slid down to sit.
As for climbing Thousand Blade Mountain again to subdue the Lynx Clan, Du Yu had no choice but to act soon.
He was already at Demon Tamer·Peak Stage. If he had another breakthrough, he wouldn't be able to enter Thousand Blade Mountain anymore.
Behind him, a giant claw silently landed on the edge of the cliff, soundless.
Right after, a huge head slowly appeared, its ferocious gaze sweeping over the mountain peak.
Lynxes,
Your Desert Monarch has returned!
