"What happened here?"
A large green-scaled serpent with twin horns and blood-red eyes coldly stared at the split-open mountain range, and asked a two-headed ice wolf beside it.
"I don't know either. I only came here because I heard a noise just now."
The two-headed ice wolf shook its head. Most of the Demon Beasts that entered the Ancient Battlefield were Tier Eight. They could already speak human languages and had no small amount of intelligence.
Not just them, but other Martial Artists and Demon Beasts around the Black Mountain Range also began discussing this matter. Chu Ming, at an inconspicuous spot, calmly watched all this, sensing a foreboding feeling rising in his heart.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The split Black Mountain Range suddenly began to tremble violently. Chu Ming's gaze focused on the quaking rocks, understanding that it was his Myriad Swords Return to the Root that had caused the Black Mountain Range to shatter from the middle.
