Without hesitation, Zhao Yi tore through the void directly, heading toward West Mountain.
The void around West Mountain was trembling. There was no spiritual power fluctuation on Zhao Yi's body, so as long as he wasn't particularly unlucky to end up in a crowd, he could take advantage of the chaos to sneak in without being noticed.
In an instant, Zhao Yi arrived outside the area shrouded in undead death qi.
Standing on a hilltop, Zhao Yi concealed his presence and looked into the center of the death qi.
Shadows of figures loomed in the black, pervasive death qi. The undead creatures moved extremely fast, seemingly hunting something, and that thing appeared to be very tricky, with the undead creatures occasionally letting out angry roars.
Staring intently, Zhao Yi saw a monster over ten feet tall, its whole body exuding purple qi, attacking a Minotaur clad in armor like a ghostly specter.
