Majestic mountains loomed, dense with demonic miasma.
The Money Toad, the size of a five- or six-story building, made strenuous leaps, each propelling it over a hundred miles. Its speed outstripped the typical demonic escape skill.
It zipped through the mountain ranges at an extremely rapid pace.
As the Money Toad gradually neared the heart of Divine Sorrow Ridge, the mists ahead suddenly turned a blackish red. It was as if the sky pulsed with innumerable streams of thick molten lava.
In reality, this dark red mist was composed of billions of demonic mosquitos, each the size of a palm, with fierce features, sharp mouthparts, and six pairs of thin wings.
These demonic mosquitos were named Traceless.
Wherever they swept through, all living beings were eradicated without a trace left behind.
And these countless Traceless demonic mosquitos were indeed the first line of defense deep within Divine Sorrow Ridge.
