After moving through the dark, barren mountains, the Little Loach was stuffed.
Plenty of Darkness Creatures resided in those mountains. Most of the creatures were Crazed Creatures, and they had no intellect or rationale.
They did not care whether a god or low-intelligence life form was standing in front of them. As long as they saw a moving creature, they would immediately pounce on it like rabid monsters. To them, the final fate was to rest in peace.
Since they were all monsters with no intellect, killing them felt great. Mo Fan continued his massacre as he moved through the mountains, and the number of carcasses were enough to form a country of white bones.
Honestly, it had been a long time since Mo Fan had fun fighting.