Breaking Through Danger in the Illusory Abyss Valley
The spirit boat resembled a streak of galloping light and shadow, cleaving through the thick, lead-gray clouds of the Northern Wasteland as it hurtled toward the mysterious and perilous Illusory Abyss Valley.
Hu Feng stood tall against the wind, his posture as upright as a pine and his sharp gaze like that of a falcon, locked tightly onto the valley in the distance that faintly exuded a bizarre aura. His black robe fluttered violently in the wind, resembling a snapping battle banner.
Chapter 95