The Six-Wing Mountain, when viewed from the side, resembled a pair of wings, as if six pairs of feathered wings encircled it.
From above, it took the shape of a peach heart, its summit flat, as though half of it had been sliced away.
When the Stewards of Ancient Hill opened the Six-Wing Mountain with the mountain-opening method, everyone preparing to ascend the mountain heard a tremendous 'howl.'
It was urgent and piercing, like a brawny man with a rough voice tearing at his throat in a shout.
Many members of the Demonic Race found themselves unable to stand, their legs turning to jelly.
Some weaker Demonic Race members, hearts filled with terror, prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing incessantly, believing they had offended the Six-Wing Mountain God.
"Langping Emissary, go and maintain order."
The King of the Myriad River Demonic Kingdom immediately ordered a wolf demon beside him.
"Spirit Mountain Howls, Spirit Sea Screams. People often speak of mountains howling and seas roaring, referring to the sounds made by spirit mountains and vast seas. This is a normal phenomenon; do not let the people of Ancient Hill laugh at us."
"Yes, my King."
A wolf demon, wearing a crown and ritual robes, immediately went to maintain order within the Myriad River Demonic Kingdom's formation.