With power in his step, Xu Yangyi soared towards the mountain top like an arrow leaving a bow, yet his pupils suddenly needled. In a flash, his body at an angle impossible for ordinary people, he faced backwards in midair and turned, unceremoniously jumping off Li Zongyuan’s back, who was running. 

“Heaven Eye!” At the same time, he snarled and his eye instantly became blood-red.

“Dear god!” On the other side, the bearded man yelped in fright. He confirmed again that this was in no way a person!

Li Zongyuan’s demon form went unseen by him, so he only saw that after the humanoid creature charged towards the mountain top, it turned around high in the sky. Like so… it had stopped in midair?!

“What is this?!” All of a sudden, a man’s urgent voice rang out at his side. A slim, middle-aged man pushed the bearded man away, his complexion flushed as he zoned in on the digital camcorder. “Old Zhou! You fuck, you didn’t frickin’ call me! You went and shot a collection of this thing… I-Is this a mountain god?”

“I don’t even know how many times I called for you!” Old Zhou was also nervous, and the two men crammed in together. Their heads looked like a bundle of sticks. Neither of them dared to breathe loudly, their eyes unblinkingly trained on the digital camcorder.

“Master?” Just as Li Zongyuan...