Shadows of figures shuttled between the Mountains of the Way, moving in the same direction. There seemed to be a mountain range connected together, forming a mountainous island in the Sea of the Path. That ethereal fae palace seemed to be standing on top of the mountain peak.
There seemed to be the destination that was pursued by everyone.
Everyone's speed was incredibly fast. Ye Futian and his group shuttled through the sky. Above the void, demonic magic came in waves, and Luo Youming, who had been following them closely before, glanced beneath him. His body was surrounded by a demonic will of death, shrouding the sky while countless death currents turned into death spears.