A Man Like None Other Chapter 6241 Misunderstanding
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- A former influential leader is on the run.
- A group makes a tense journey through treacherous terrain.
- They approach a forbidden and dangerous borderland.
A tense night journey through a perilous mountain pass. A former influential leader and his remaining followers are on the run. The group approaches a dangerous and forbidden territory.
Night fell, as if ink-stained brocade had enveloped the world, leaving only a single moon hanging in the sky, its cold and clear light casting a pale and thin glow over the desolate mountains and wilderness.
The wind howled fiercely, and all around was eerie silence.
In the middle of the pitch black night, a large, dark convoy sped along the rugged mountain road, aided by the light of the moon.
The leader, although tall and dashing, looked disheveled; he was none other than Shen Tong, a very influential former temple head.
Behind him, followed by more than two hundred remaining disciples, all dressed in rags, with pale faces, bloodshot eyes, and unsteady steps, but they did not dare to stop.
During their escape, they deliberately chose dangerous, less traveled paths, hiding during the day and coming out at night.
During the day, they hide in dark caves or dense forests, not daring to light a fire, surviving only on dry food and cold fruit; at the slightest sound of wind or grass, they become like frightened birds.
Shen Tong walked ahead, every step felt like he was made of lead.
His face was grim, his muscles tense, and his eyes that were once deep and sharp now only showed exhaustion, humiliation, and despair.
Nightmares about the sacred mountain being destroyed continued to haunt his mind. David’s indifferent face and the tragic scene of the sacred mountain collapsing and His Majesty turning to ashes kept appearing in his mind. Hatred and fear almost consumed him.
“Palace Lord.”
Elder Zhou lowered his voice and vigilantly scanned his surroundings. “A hundred miles ahead lies the border of the Sacred Realm of Light. Beyond that lies the Demon Realm, a forbidden zone for the path of truth. Pursuers must not dare set foot here.”
Shen Tong nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
There, the brilliant golden holy light suddenly extinguished, replaced by a world of gray and surging dark red demonic mist, like a lurking beast, emitting a ferocious aura.
The Demon Realm, where the demons lived, was filled with overwhelming demonic energy and rampant monsters, making righteous cultivators tremble in fear at the mere mention of its name.
Feeling despair and humiliation, Shen Tong laughed bitterly.
He was once a mighty True God, wielding great influence, but now he was like a stray dog, forced to abandon his dignity and flee to the lowly Demon Realm to seek protection.
But the temple was destroyed, and the disciples suffered heavy casualties. David’s power was like a sword hanging over his head, and he had no way out but to join forces with the enemy demon.
“Walk.”
Shen Tong said a word with difficulty, quickened his pace, and rushed towards the terrifying demon mist.
Even though the disciples were afraid, they had no choice but to gather their strength and follow closely in order to survive.
As the night wore on, the group, after traveling for two hours, were panting, their clothes soaked and cold.
Finally, the first wisp of dark red demon mist touched their cheeks, and they crossed the border, stepping into the land of the demon realm.