At the same time—
Within the Demonic Cultivators' territory—
Several guards were standing near the entrance of their stronghold.
However, none of them appeared particularly serious.
One of them leaned against a large wooden structure.
His eyes were half-closed.
Another sat lazily on a nearby rock. A wine flask was held in his hand.
The atmosphere was extremely relaxed.
One of the guards yawned.
"How boring!"
Another Demonic Cultivator laughed.
"What were you expecting?"
He took another drink.
"We're in the depths of the Great Wilderness."
The first guard nodded.
That was true.
The Great Wilderness was an extremely dangerous place.
Ordinary cultivators would not dare to enter so deeply.
Even powerful cultivators would be extremely cautious.
There were countless Demonic Beasts.
And the deeper one entered, the more powerful the Demonic Beasts became.
Therefore, the guards had never truly worried about enemies.
