Mining Realm.
The sky was high, the earth vast, mountain ranges stretched endlessly; in one sky above this land, a sudden rift tore open, and one orderly, battle-intent-soaring team after another descended from the heavens.
Over a hundred Great Grandmasters, dozens of Great Grandmasters' auras intertwined, shaking this entire world imperceptibly.
The ever-present dark clouds split open, sunlight poured down, stars arrayed like a chessboard; here and the outside world were no different.
Yet, every single Master Ace instantly sensed the difference between this place and the Human World, and began murmuring among themselves.
"Indeed, the decline of Heaven and Earth laws in this small realm is extremely obvious. At most, it can last another hundred years; we must clear out the Demon Race early and start mining as soon as possible."
