West Mountain Range, a small mountain range in the northern part of Black Dragon City, stretches for hundreds of miles with its ridges rising and falling like a sleeping giant dragon.
Though small, the West Mountain Range conceals many demon beasts. Every night, the cries of apes often echo for miles, chilling listeners to the bone.
"Let's go down!"
Lin Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, standing high above. The entire West Mountain Range was in his view. He gently patted the head of the Black-winged Blood Eagle standing at the forefront. With a piercing cry, the eagle began to slowly dive downwards, the rushing wind whipping Chu Ming's robes fiercely.
The Black-winged Blood Eagle circled in the sky once, then steadily descended in a chosen direction.
"The spiritual energy here is so abundant!"
