However, in this environment that resembled an Immortal Realm, there was an eerie sense of oppression everywhere.
The sky was gray, devoid of sun, moon, or stars, and the surroundings were eerily silent, with not a bird chirping or an insect buzzing.
Lin Chen and Lee Zhen were amazed, not realizing that they had already been entangled in the illusion.
In front of Xu Feng, the two were indeed like rookies.
"This is just the outer region of the Holy Mountain," Xu Feng said in a low voice, his expression incredibly vigilant:
"Don't be deceived by appearances, this place is the most heavily guarded. Every hundred meters, there's a patrol by the Holy Church Guards, and there are also 'Netherworld Hounds' that sniff out breaths. We must pass through here within half an hour to enter the second area!"
The three of them concealed their presence completely, like three phantoms, silently weaving through the dense forest under Xu Feng's guidance.
