The plain was vast and wide, encompassing hundreds of thousands of miles, all dyed a deep red – the blood of Divine Demons had stained it so.
Though some paths were well-trodden, always frequented by travelers, there were still many areas perpetually shrouded in blood-red mists, mists that have lingered since ancient times and never dispersed.
"Ao..."
With Yun Xi on his back, Shi Hao had just rushed into the dense fog when he saw a ferocious creature resembling a man-ape, but covered in dark scales, with crimson eyes emitting a deathly aura.
"Swoosh!"
It pounced to kill instantly, its speed too fast, digits splayed, claws an inch long, sharp like hooks, curved, with a flickering dark sheen.
Shi Hao stood his ground, his right fist emitting a faint golden glow as he struck forward.
"Clang!"
The collision sounded like metal against stone, harsh and grating.