As the sun set in the west, night descended.
Refining Demon Mountain shed its blanket of twilight, losing the clarity of day, becoming deep and oppressive.
The night wind was chilling, the ground crept with insects and serpents, occasionally Monster Beasts lowly murmured, unknown dangers lurking in the darkness.
Fortunately, Xun Ziyou was at the Late Golden Core Stage.
Mo Hua followed behind him, without encountering any danger along the way.
The two employed movement techniques, using the cover of night, arriving at the dense forest's depths, where a blood creek babbled, turning into a White Bone Beach.
It was just 7:00 PM, the moonlight seemed like ice, casting an inexplicable chill over White Bone Beach.
Yet, no trace of demon cultivators was nearby.
The two waited in the vicinity.
They waited until 22 p.m, when suddenly a demonic wind arose, spreading a pungent scent of blood.
