The view from Moyun Peak was superb.
Looking out from the summit, one could see clouds of red and yellow dust drifting in the distance like a sandy veil, with heat rising in shimmering waves.
It possessed a kind of magnificent beauty.
From here, one could take in most of the scenery of the Fire Cave Dynasty.
"The ancients truly did not deceive me!"
Bai Mo exclaimed in admiration.
In the distance, the long, single-file snake formation added a grim, murderous aura to the landscape—a quality that those predecessors had never witnessed.
Zhao Jingyu did not share Bai Mo's leisurely mood. All he saw was a rather dull and treacherous desert.
The latter narrowed his eyes, stared for a moment, and suddenly spoke:
"The rebel leader is nothing special. He's a dead man!"
Bai Mo and Wan Shenxiu, who were not privy to the details, immediately shot him a questioning look.
