A figure suddenly shot out of the base of the distant mountain.

Bang!

The bundle of bloody mist burst apart, covering almost an almost hundred-foot area by the foot of the mountain. The rocks, boulders, trees, and grasses suffered terrifying corrosive effects, leaving them riddled with holes.

However, Su Yi and his companions immediately locked onto that moving figure.

He was a young man dressed in black beast skins, with fair skin and handsome features that looked hewn out of stone. He had an extremely strong, healthy physique, and his aura was fierce and cold. He carried a bow carved of a beast’s bone, and it was half as tall as he was. A beast skin quiver hung at his waist.

His eyes shone with faint silvery light, flashing imposingly as he looked around.

“Feng Zidu!”

Wen Xinzhao and the others immediately recognized the young man dressed in beast skins.

Feng Zidu was a first-class figure even among monsters of the ancient era; he’d taken sixth place in the Orchid Terrace Dharma Assembly.

Rumor had it that he was a descendant of the Feng Family, a clan of yao cultivators from thirty thousand years ago. The blood of an unparalleled Heaven-Plundering Sparrow flowed through his...