Chapter 700 Camp

The night was hazy, a crescent moon hanging in the night sky, occasionally obscured by wandering clouds, plunging the already blurry land into even deeper darkness.

The mining region was a place of craggy rocks scattered everywhere, with pitifully sparse traces of green.

In the vast mining area, one would struggle to find any trees providing shade, at most some thin, scattered weeds taking root upon this land.

Demon Palace mining area, the outer region.

The crisp and clear clinking and clanking sounds emanated from several mine shafts that extended underground.

In the mining area, no matter if it belonged to the Demon Palace or the Heavenly Mansion, those at the very bottom were undoubtedly the miners within the shafts.

In this Primordial Land where might resided within oneself, mechanical mining devices were certainly non-existent. To excavate these rare minerals from underground, one naturally had to rely primarily on manual labor.