The air of the Dark Demon Realm seemed to have solidified into a block of ink, with no trace of daylight.
Every breath inhaled carried a metallic sweetness, mixed with the stench of decay and sulfur, causing the newly arrived soldiers to furrow their brows involuntarily, some even instinctively covering their mouths and noses.
The dense demonic qi, like a tidal wave, relentlessly battered everyone's Spirit Shield, emitting a "sizzling" sound of corrosion.
Even more unsettling were the continuous roars from all directions—sometimes sharp like nails on glass, other times deep like the growl of a subterranean Giant Beast, yet the source remained elusive, as if countless eyes in the darkness greedily watched the invading army.
"This damn place..." a soldier couldn't help but curse under his breath, his voice especially clear in the deathly silence, but soon drowned by distant roars.
