Two kilometers ahead.
In front of a relatively intact ancient building lay a small patch of blue-and-red soil. This was the terrain required for growing Thunderfire Trees, formed from nutrients left behind after countless millennia of erosion by Thunderfire Magma. Only the magma still flowing continuously beneath the ground could keep the Thunderfire Trees alive.
At that moment, a blue-and-red tree less than ten meters tall stood atop the soil. It bore no fruit, but its leaves were lush, each one containing terrifying thunderfire energy.
In front of the Thunderfire Tree, two groups of demigods were fighting, though both sides showed considerable restraint and did not use any world-destroying moves.
Lu Yang recognized one of the groups. It was Didila, the donkey-faced man who had once tried to trick him into joining them, along with more than twenty wandering demigods. The other group belonged to the Red Demon Clan.
Neither side could determine a victor in a battle of this intensity. After another round of chaotic fighting, Didila stood in front of his people and growled, "Stop fighting. Otherwise, neither of us will survive."
The many wandering demigods behind him stopped, and the Red Demon Clan on the other side also halted. The leading Red Demon Clan demigod stared at Didila and said, "We're taking the Thunderfire Liquid from this tree. If you don't want to die, go somewhere else. Otherwise, even if you get out, you'll face endless pursuit from the Red Demon Clan."
"If we were afraid of that, we wouldn't have come to the Thunderfire Forbidden Zone. Stop using your race to threaten us. Since you came here, you're not anyone important within your clan either. Be smart—split the Thunderfire Liquid equally. Otherwise, we wandering demigods will have no choice but to drag you Red Demon Clan