Just as Jingguan City was in full swing with the manufacturing of weapons and recruiting of horses, at dusk the following day, Youmen Pass stretched out like a giant dragon, standing amidst the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a solitary island perched in the vast sea of clouds, appearing lonely and desolate.
On the eastern black city gate tower, two figures stood with hands behind their backs, gazing into the distance, looking at the boundless horizon.
It was late autumn, the autumn wind was bleak, everything gradually withered, and there was a hint of chill in the wind.
"I didn't expect the mist from Mist Sea to have spread here. Seems like the ancient prohibition has completely failed, unable to imprison the Devil Race in Ten Thousand Mountains anymore."
