Boundless Mountain showed no sign of stopping, and it barreled straight toward the group of approaching figures.
The middle-aged Taoist who initially exuded an aggressive aura turned pale almost immediately as he neared.
The momentum of Boundless Mountain was too terrifying, instilling primal fear in his heart, seemingly making his body much heavier.
The disciples following him felt even worse, their faces deathly pale with fear and desperation clawing at them, wishing they could escape at once.
"What exactly are you? Do you have a death wish?" the middle-aged Taoist said, his tone weighed down with grim solemnity.
Fang Lin didn't waste his breath on the man. Boundless Mountain continued to steamroll forward—regardless of what lay in its path, you'd either be crushed to death by my mountain or dodge out of the way.
