Chu Mo's heart was filled with incomparable shock. The desolate sound of the bugle horn seemed to be mixed with bursts of killing sounds!
Judging from the distance, it shouldn't be too far. But why … could he only hear a vague sound?
Could it be … that his hearing had already declined to such a degree?
Chu Mo revealed a look of disbelief. He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had this feeling.
At this time, Chu Mo made an attempt. He chanted an incantation, wanting to enter the Illusory God Realm!
In the past, when he was seriously injured and only his mind was left, he directly entered the Illusory God Realm. Now, he wanted to give it a try.
The result was that there was no response at all!
Even if he only had a trace of his mind left, he could still enter the Illusory God Realm. But at this moment, the door was completely shut to him.
Chu Mo revealed a blank expression. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
At this moment, the sounds of fighting grew closer, as if they were just a few miles away from him.
Chu Mo's mind shook. No matter what, he had to avoid the danger in front of him first. Since there were people fighting here, it meant that they were above the Spirit World!
When the time came, he would find someone to clarify things with.
Chu Mo thought in his heart. Then, he looked at his surroundings.
This river wasn't too wide; it was only 20-30 feet wide. On the other side were rolling mountains. This mountain ridge was very high. Although it was very close, Chu Mo still couldn't clearly see the plants on the mountain. It seemed as if everything was dark.
The sky above his head was gray, without any light shining in. But this world wasn't dark at all.
The place where Chu Mo was standing was a small beach that was several hundred feet wide. Outside the beach was a vast expanse of shrubbery. In the distance, there seemed to be an endless plain.
This river was as black as ink and exuded a cold and gloomy aura. Moreover, Chu Mo noticed that there was nothing floating in this river. In order to verify his guess, Chu Mo dragged an unknown creature's corpse to the riverside and pushed it in.
His current strength was inferior to that of an ordinary person of his age, so he could only use this method.
The unknown creature's corpse was directly swallowed by the river and sank, never to surface again.
Chu Mo raised his eyebrows, broke off a branch from the shore, and threw it into the river. The tree branch also sank directly, and did not even make a splash.
This river was indeed strange!
Chu Mo wanted to contact the Divine Mirror of Firmament to take a look at the river, but he could not mobilize any of his mental strength. He could only drag a pile of unknown creatures' corpses into the river with great difficulty.
After doing all this, Chu Mo was sweating profusely as he sat there gasping for breath.
The sounds of fighting were getting closer and closer. It seemed to be only one or two miles away from him. Chu Mo struggled, stood up, and began to crawl into the bushes.
At this time, Chu Mo also saw those creatures fighting in the distance. One of them was riding a giant warhorse, half of its body exposed in the grass. The other party was nowhere to be seen. But from the actions of those knights, it could be seen that the other party was hiding in the grass.
The side with the warhorses did not seem to have much of an advantage. There were people constantly falling off their warhorses and letting out miserable screams.
Chu Mo hid there and watched nervously. He found that those people were the same as him. Their bodies were as black as ink.
From the fight between the two sides, Chu Mo could judge that these two people seemed to be ordinary people. This feeling was as if he had returned to the secular mortal world of the Mortal Realm.
Chu Mo furrowed his brows and watched quietly.
At this time, suddenly a person, in the grass, rushed towards Chu Mo. It was too late to dodge at this time. He could only watch the grass shake constantly, forming a straight line, and go straight to him.
Chu Mo's expression suddenly tightened, narrowed his eyes, and held Shitian tightly in his hand. Although he could hardly lift his strength, he still had absolute confidence that he could cut down the incoming person with one slash.
At this time, the person who rushed over seemed to sense the danger here, and his rushing figure paused slightly. Then the two sides saw each other through the gap in the grass.
This was a youth around sixteen or seventeen years old. His clothes were ragged and tattered, and there were a few wounds on his body. Bright red blood dyed his tattered clothes red and flowed out continuously.
The exposed part of his body was the same as Chu Mo's, as black as ink!
The teenager's eyes were very bright. The moment he saw Chu Mo, his expression became a little nervous. But then, he put a finger on his lips, motioning Chu Mo not to make a sound.
The two looked at each other and gradually calmed down.
Chu Mo did not see the killing intent in the teenager's eyes, and the teenager also felt that the other party gradually relaxed. He suddenly grinned, and then slowly squatted down. At the same time, he also motioned for Chu Mo to squat down with him.
At this moment, a few huge war horses walked over from the grass.
At the same time, a few cursing voices could be heard: "Lowly commoners! A group of lowly commoners! Damn it … If it wasn't for this damned place, I could easily cut them all down with one slash! "
"Lord, don't be angry, that group of lowly commoners has already been scattered by us …" Another voice sounded, and there was a hint of flattery in it.
Slap!
At this time, a crisp sound of a slap could be heard.
"Damn it … which group of lowly commoners? You speak as if you did not come out from that group of people! "
The flattering voice was full of grievance: "Lord … Aren't you the same?"
Slap!
"You still dare to talk back?"
Then, he cursed again, took a few steps closer, and suddenly said: "Forget it, the closer I am to the Netherworld River, the more uneasy I feel. Let's stay further away!"
"Lord is brilliant!" The flattering voice sounded again, but the voice completely did not expect that he had just been slapped twice by this person.
"Brilliant my ass! Other than sucking up, what else can you do? "That person rode away on the horse, cursing.
At this time, Chu Mo slowly stood up, and looked at that person's back view.
That person was riding on a horse, his figure was extremely tall, and his arms were extremely long. Otherwise, it would be a rather difficult thing to slap someone while riding on a horse. It was also because of this that Chu Mo could not help but stand up to look.
The youth who was squatting there was scared out of his wits by Chu Mo's actions, and desperately signaled Chu Mo to squat down.
Only then did Chu Mo squint his eyes, and slowly squatted down again.
At this time, the tall man on the horse seemed to have sensed something, and turned his head to take a look.
But what entered his eyes, other than the grass that was as tall as a person, he did not see anything else, and could not help but scold again: "This annoying river! Every time I come here, I feel the same uneasy! "
Then, these two riders met up with the other riders, and went back and forth on the grassland, searching for the existence of other people.
The battle in the distance was still ongoing, and the cavalry had the advantage, but there were also many casualties. The leader's angry curses could be heard continuously, but no one else came to this river.
Only then did the youth carefully stand up, and then waved at Chu Mo.
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