At the northern city wall, the general in charge of the city wall came to Wang Fucheng's side and bowed respectfully. "Palace Lord."
"Where's the Godfiend who dealt with the demons?" asked Wang Fucheng.
"After the Lord turned all the demons into ice sculptures, he transformed into lightning and headed north." The general pointed at a dark mountain outside the city.
"Okay." Wang Fucheng nodded slightly and jumped off the city wall. He headed towards the mountain as a blurry stream of light.
Wang Fucheng arrived at the barren mountain by following the demons' tracks. When he saw the distorted World Entrance that was 1000 feet long, he immediately looked around in puzzlement.
"Junior Brother Wang." After Meng Chuan spoke, he jumped down from the tree and landed on the ground.