Woo woo~~
Roar roar roar~
In the endless darkness, the black wind howled past, the terrifying wind of oblivion blowing, piercing the souls of living creatures with its chilling cold.
Terrifying magical treasure beams lit up from the darkness, unleashing powerful force, aimed at the surging demons.
Those who dare to enter here are the elites among cultivators, each possessing the ability to challenge higher levels.
Faced with the tidal wave of demons, they are like wolves charging into a flock of sheep, invincible; like tigers descending from the mountain, slaughtering all around.
However, this is, after all, the Demon Realm.
As the home turf of demons, many talented demons with five stripes and powerful demons with six stripes and above are hidden among the surging demon waves.
They are also the elites among demons.
In the eyes of talented cultivators, they are prey, while these invading cultivators are likewise considered prey by the demons.
"Hee hee~~"
