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The White Ape narrowed its eyes slightly. In fact, Heavenly Tower Mountain was easy to find; there was no need to discern the direction.
At a glance, where it looked most human was the place.
There were shelters to rest in, water and food to fill one's belly—such ordinary matters had become a kind of spectacle in the North Continent nowadays.
The refugees here vaguely glimpsed the silhouette of a demon. Although equally terrified, at least they were well-fed and had the strength to flee. They did not kneel on the spot waiting to die; instead, they converged toward the tallest mountain peak.
On the peak stood a hastily built Immortal Temple. It was neither grand nor beautiful, rather crude in appearance.
It was hard to imagine that such a shrine could safeguard anything from such ferocious demons.
The White Ape grinned, revealing sharp fangs.
Its gaze also fell on that Immortal Temple.
