Outside San Tuo Mountain, the desolate wilderness stretched endlessly.
The Beastman Army halted more than ten kilometers away from the mountain's base, gazing intently at the range in the distance.
Under the gray sky, a thin layer of black mist shrouded San Tuo Mountain. The entire range was eerily silent, with no bird calls or insect chirps, devoid of any sign of life. The only thing present was the chilling aura emanating from deep within the mountain, pressing weightily on the minds of every Beastman.
"Your Highness, this is San Tuo Mountain." The Fox Race member stood beside Amond, their voice sharp and piercing, elongated eyes slightly narrowed, nostrils flaring subtly, "I can already smell the Stele Demons inside, there are many, and their aura is mixed. Seizing the treasure within won't be easy."
Amond didn't respond, his oppressive golden eyes fixated tightly on the distant mountain range, his gaze piercing through the black mist as if it were tangible.
