Li Chen traveled hundreds of miles further inside, where trees towered into the sky, branches and vines obscuring the sunlight. Even at noon, only specks of sunlight could be seen, giving the entire area a deep, deathly stillness.
Occasionally, one might see a flash of a black shadow, or hear a soul-shaking roar, causing one's hairs to stand on end, feeling chillingly frightful.
Li Chen concealed his aura, much like a ghost in stealth, swiftly advancing towards his destination.
He skillfully avoided the demonic beasts along the way. Even when facing them head-on, if he couldn't kill with one strike, he would not entangle further and would escape from combat as quickly as possible.
At the very center of Daqing Mountain was a volcanic crater. However, it was not very high, just about a hundred meters or so. Fire spewed intermittently from the top, resembling a giant fire tree releasing fireworks.
