At this, Qiu Tu suddenly changed the topic and hinted, "So... to avoid trouble, why don't we... keep our distance."
As he spoke, he pointed eastward....
Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Zhao Ji's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of contemplation surfacing in her eyes....
....
Meanwhile. In the southeastern region. At the Isolation Mountains.
The once majestic "Isolation Mountain Range" that stretched between heaven and earth had become a pile of rubble, shattered rock shards thrusting obliquely into the ground like the jagged fangs of giant beasts. The fallen forests were crushed beneath the debris, resembling dead soldiers.
And the dense Cataclysmic Power surged through the stones and broken trees, spilling in all directions.
The two regions were rapidly merging at an astonishing pace.
And right above that chaotic woodland, the giant form of Kabane, bearing twelve bronze chains, was seated cross-legged, recuperating.
