On the other side.
At this moment, Lin Heng had already arrived not far from Black Mountain. He concealed his presence, lurking and observing, and immediately spotted the monk from Little Sumeru Mountain who had ambushed him that day.
"Why hasn't the battle started yet?"
Lin Heng slightly furrowed his brows.
On Black Mountain's side, demons stood in formation, and the atmosphere in the field was tense and strained.
But neither side had made a move yet.
Suddenly, from deep within Black Mountain, a terrifying aura began to spread rapidly throughout.
The aura covered the sky, akin to a primordial beast about to break free.
Across various peaks of Black Mountain, all the demons confronting the monks knelt on the spot.
"Black Mountain Demon?"
Lin Heng's eyes slightly narrowed.
In the field.
The naturally proud Illusionary Mustard Seed, upon sensing that terrifying aura, instantly changed his expression.
Beside him, Venerable Guangming's gaze also turned solemn.
