The eighth elder died horribly, his body a bloody mess, his eyes wide with terror, clearly having seen something dreadful before his death.
No trace of the killer was left at the scene.
But Bai Xiong immediately thought that it must have been the work of the black shadows they had encountered earlier.
Fortunately, Ji Mo had intervened and dispersed the shadows, otherwise, both he and Du Juan might not have escaped with their lives.
"It seems those elders have also been drawn into this."
Bai Xiong knew that besides himself, several other elders from the Asura Hall had been secretly tracking Du Juan, intending to make a move on Ji Mo.
Clearly, these individuals were also hiding in Yun Kuo Gorge and had been teleported in.
Du Juan’s face was grim. These old fossils were no easy adversaries, daring to track her in secret.
It was good that they were dead now; the elder position would become vacant, which was not a bad thing for her.
"It seems this place is not suitable for lingering."
Seeing that someone had died, Ji Mo’s desire for the Witch Clan’s ancient texts diminished significantly.
He felt that personal safety should come first and that they needed to escape this cursed place as soon as possible.
They continued onward, arriving before a majestic mountain. The Great Wind Novel Network.
On the mountain face ahead, a towering stone statue was carved, reaching into the clouds.
It was a majestic man, wearing a crown, with his hands behind his back.
Although it was merely a statue, it exuded an unparalleled aura of dominance, standing tall against heaven and earth, looking down upon all directions.
It inspired awe and made one want to kneel and pay homage.
Bai Xiong found the statue on the cliff face very familiar. Upon closer inspection, he exclaimed, "Mr. Ji, isn't this you carved here!"
Du Juan was stunned. She looked at the statue, then at Ji Mo, her face filled with disbelief. "Mr. Ji, I never imagined you were hiding so much. So, your true identity is the Emperor of the Witch Clan!"
The statue before them was almost identical to Ji Mo.
Ji Mo’s true identity was, therefore, self-evident.
No wonder Ji Mo was so powerful with just his physical body, without even using his spiritual energy. It turned out he was the Witch Emperor.
Both of them were filled with shock and their gaze towards Ji Mo completely changed.
Du Juan felt a pang of fear. She had actually intended to scheme against such a being; it was truly courting death.
"Emperor of the Witch Clan? Don't joke. What are you looking at? Haven't you seen clearly? How do I look like a statue?"
Ji Mo spread his hands, speechless.
These two must have problems with their eyes. They couldn't even distinguish between genders and were now saying he looked like this statue.
Although the statue before them was shrouded in a strange mist, at first glance, it seemed to be a male. However, upon closer inspection, one would realize that it was actually a woman who was carved.
Ji Mo stared at the statue, his pupils glowing. It wasn't because the statue was exceptionally beautiful, but because he noticed several murals carved on the cliff face, which appeared to be a set of boxing techniques.
He mimicked the movements, then held his breath and threw a punch towards the horizon.
Dozens of miles away.
Several elders from the Asura Hall trembled like sieves, staring in terror at the terrifying phantom in the sky. Like lambs being slaughtered, they desperately awaited the arrival of death.
The phantom cackled and was about to end their lives.
But in a second, its massive body was pierced by an unimaginably powerful force, instantly shattering into pieces, almost being annihilated by a single punch.
"Heaven-Shattering Punch! How is this possible? Weren't all the Witch Clan members dead except for the one in slumber? Why can someone still perform this ultimate profound art of Witch Clan boxing?"
The phantom, severely wounded, let out a shrill scream and, in its terror, transformed into a dark streak of light and disappeared into the distance.
"What a terrifying boxing profound art!"
"Who saved us?"
"This boxing intent seems to carry Ji Mo's aura. It must be Ji Mo who saved us."
These elders from the Asura Hall were instantly filled with gratitude.
If it weren't for Ji Mo, they would surely have met a tragic end.
Bai Xiong and Du Juan's hearts churned like stormy seas.
What had they just witnessed? Ji Mo had merely waved his fist, and an astonishing boxing intent surged forth. Then, a terrifying rift appeared in the distant sky, as if the firmament had been torn apart.
Heaven-Shattering Punch!
This was the legendary ultimate attack of the Witch Clan.
It was confirmed!
Mr. Ji, you are the Witch Emperor, otherwise, how could you perform the ultimate profound art of Witch Clan boxing?
Bai Xiong and Du Juan were convinced of their judgment.
"Alas, a fake boxing manual."
Ji Mo retracted his fist, looking disappointed. He had thought the murals contained some profound boxing techniques, but he felt nothing from them.
Under the effect of the Heaven-Shattering Punch, the black mist permeating the sky slowly dissipated.
At the summit of the mountain, a magnificent golden palace was revealed.
"The exit should be there."
Ji Mo pointed at the palace, feeling certain that if there was an exit, it would be at the mountain's peak.
After they left, the statue, which had originally resembled Ji Mo's face, slowly reverted to its original form, revealing itself to be a peerlessly beautiful woman.
It turned out that this was all a conspiracy, a trap set by the phantom to stall Ji Mo and the other two.
Little did it know, it had backfired, lifting a rock only to drop it on its own foot.
Ji Mo had casually mimicked the murals and inexplicably unleashed the Heaven-Shattering Punch, almost obliterating the phantom.
The phantom had reformed its body, which was now one-third smaller than before, and its glowing green eyes had become incredibly dim.
Ji Mo's punch had nearly cost it its life.
"He's clearly a human, how could he learn the Witch Clan's boxing techniques?"
The phantom was utterly bewildered. This was beyond its comprehension.
Witch Clan boxing techniques could only be cultivated by those with Witch Clan bloodlines, yet now, someone had learned them just by glancing at them!
It was like seeing a ghost!
"So what if he learned the Witch Clan's boxing techniques? You still won't escape. This mountain is covered with array formations I've set up; you can never reach the summit."
The phantom gloated, disbelieving that anyone could break through its formations, especially since its mastery of formations had reached the grandmaster level.
However, its triumphant smile soon vanished.
The first layer of the formation was broken.
The second layer of the formation was broken.
...
The ninth layer of the formation was broken.
The phantom's mind went blank. It couldn't fathom how Ji Mo had deciphered the nine layers of formations so quickly.
Did he not use any time to break the formations?
It could clearly sense that Ji Mo and the other two had ascended the mountain without any stops, unimpeded.
Bai Xiong and Du Juan, who had been following behind Ji Mo, were completely dumbfounded.
What had they experienced?
Ensnaring formations, killing formations, illusion formations...
All sorts of complex formations blocked the path up the mountain, but they couldn't stop Ji Mo at all.
These formations were insignificant before Ji Mo and didn't exert any effect whatsoever.
Ji Mo, nonchalantly, as if walking on level ground, easily broke through the layers of formations, leading them to the summit.
If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, the two would never have believed it.
Ji Mo's mastery of formations was unparalleled in the world!