For many years, countless heroes have perished on Cyan Cloud Mountain, including several from the Divine Realm Martial Sect and the Concentrating Spirit Great Demons...
Now, the Great Demon overseeing Cyan Cloud Mountain—Black Python Demon Lord, even my master could only match him…"
Zhang Xianlong spoke eloquently, discussing matters about Cyan Cloud Mountain with Wei Fan.
Wei Fan listened intently, suddenly seeing Zhang Xianlong's expression change drastically: "Not good, the convoy ahead is in trouble."
As his words fell, his figure had already appeared a hundred meters ahead, rapidly traversing through the air.
At the corner of his eye, a shadow flickered, and Long Xueyi also vanished from atop the carriage in an instant.
Seeing this, Wei Fan stepped into the void and immediately caught up with the two, heading towards the convoy ahead.
They were less than a kilometer from the convoy, and at their speed, they could reach it in twenty or thirty breaths.
