Chapter 896: Four Hundred Innate Realm Experts

Zhuo Bufan smiled and strode along the main road, vanishing into the ridgelines ahead. Mountain after mountain rose in layered waves, rolling into the distance, some towering, some squat. Thick vegetation choked the slopes, and between the ridges, narrow streams flickered in and out of sight. It was a place of clear waters and lush hills, the kind of terrain people called blessed. He pressed forward another four or five hundred meters. When he looked toward the next ridge, all he saw was an endless...