After resting for one night, everyone started their journey again; and they were getting closer to the Heaven Devil Mountain, which put more peace in their hearts.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
However, after traveling for half a day, there were slight tremors that could be felt at the front, shocking everyone. Mo Qi placed his ear to the ground and listen carefully to the tremors in the distance. His eyes radiated with cold light and yelled out, "Sacred Lady, it is our race having a battle with the Dwarf Race. The number of combatants should be more than a thousand."
"Kill!"
Mo Yao'er heard the elder, and her charming face instantly turned cold. Her whip appeared and her arms had turned into snow-white dragon claws. She yelled delicately and disregarded everything and rushed forward.
"Go!"