「Beneath Crescent Mountain」
It was like a brand-new city, complete with a well-designed ventilation system and even a subterranean Dark River.
At this moment, along both banks of the Dark River, members of the Demon Race clad in exquisite chain mail advanced in tight groups of ten. Creeping vines followed their progress, growing continuously along the river's edge.
Demons occasionally emerged from the rows of buildings built along the bank. Others used brute force to smash down doors, looting everything of value from within.
Elsewhere, at the entrance to a pitch-black underground prison, several demons lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth. They had clearly been poisoned.
The miasma here was so dense that a single breath was fatal. The demons who had ventured here were all trusted subordinates of the five Mountain Monarchs, for they knew this place held what their masters truly desired.
BANG!
Someone nearby violently forced open the iron gate to a hidden passage.
