Twilight Mountain Range snaked from west to east across the land, resembling a black dragon that appeared and disappeared within the fog.
The mountain peaks were rugged and bizarre, steep and strange, with towering spires like the reversed spikes along the dragon's spine.
From a bird's-eye view above the Twilight Mountain Range, one could not spot any Abyss Demons nor any Undead.
All dangers were hidden beneath the mist.
Lu Heng and his two companions landed between the Twin Peaks of the Twilight Mountain Range and then proceeded westward along the mountain range.
In areas not covered by the mist, there was some vegetation, nameless trees, some of which had leaves that emitted a faint glow.
Lin Zeyu glanced around and broached the topic, "Seems like there are no Demons or Undead around, it's quite quiet."
"You'll see them once we enter the Mist Zone," Lu Heng stopped and used his sword to carve a mark on a rock.
