บท 447: One Against Two

There were billions upon billions of mountains, countless in number, forming a vast ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see. 

They connected with one another, forming an expansive grand formation enveloping the endless void. Not just Saint Realm experts, even Great Saint Realm, Saint King Realm, and Quasi-Emperor Realm experts would find it arduous crossing this place. 

Each mountain peak was wreathed in a layer of auspicious multicolored glow, appearing extremely sacred and tranquil. Wisps of thin mist coiled around, imbued with a touch of fairyland aura washing everything pristine. As long as one did not approach recklessly, this place was a veritable paradise.

However, if one forcefully intruded, it was feared that in just a few breaths' time, whether you were a saint, a great saint, a saint king, or even a quasi-emperor, you might all turn into a mist of blood in an instant.