All the creatures in Wanling Continent saw a huge mountain slowly appearing.

This high mountain directly suppresses the entire hunting plain, spreading all the way to the Glory of the Holy Spirit.

All the spiritual beasts who were hunting on the plains, except those who were dead, left their hometown where they had lived for a long time.

The Spirit Tribe was also forced by the appearance of Mount Sumeru to the point where only one-third of their residences were left, and even continued to shrink.

The four major branches of the spiritual clan are all gathered together.

Mo Xiao was standing closest to Mount Sumeru, with a very solemn look on his face.

As the owner of the spiritual magic root, he can keenly feel that the spiritual energy in the air is gradually becoming thinner.

This has little impact on humans and other races, but it is fatal to the Eldar.

Mo Xiao looked back at the tent behind him, his expression dark.

After the appearance of Mount Sumeru, many members of the Spirit Clan with low cultivation levels fell asleep, including his sister Maple Ling.

It's absolutely not possible to continue like this.

Mo Xiao's eyes turned cold. He took out a space teleportation talisman, channeled his spiritual power, and left the radiance of the Holy Spirit to find a way to save his life elsewhere.

"Buzz-"

The space was shaking, and cracks began to appear gradually.

But just when Mo Xiao was about to teleport through space, suddenly!

A sharp blade came from behind and stabbed straight into his heart.

In just an instant, an unfamiliar sense of pain and numbness spread across his entire body, and his limbs instantly became cold.

There was something on the blade, leaving him no room to resist.

Mo Xiao's back tensed up instantly. He raised his head suddenly and looked up at the blade.

Blood continued to flow down the corners of his lips, and the sound was squeezed out from between his teeth.
Chapter completed!