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The birds and beasts were silent.

The Silent Mountain was deathly still.

The heart of the Great Martial Master Hunting Tiger pounded wildly, his mouth dry and tongue parched.

In the small courtyard on the mountainside, Long Yao and Long Li were almost gasping for breath, large beads of sweat rolling down their skin.

It was fortunate that Liu Wunnian had cleared the back mountain, preventing the approach of idlers; otherwise, who knows how many tourists would have been scared to death!

Whoosh~

In the still deep pool, waves surged without wind, and water droplets splashed wildly.

The gaps were so dense that not even a needle could penetrate, as if the entire surface of the water had been lifted several feet high, breaking free from the constraints of the earth, yet without spilling a drop!

In the depths of the abyss.

The White Ape embraced the elixir, its long fur flowing with the current.