Lin Dong ascended from Tianxuan Continent, but the sight that greeted him was beyond his expectations.
Compared to the Great Thousand World, where countless planes converged and the path of cultivation flourished, this place before him seemed more like a stretch of Demon Soil.
What exactly was going on?
Lin Dong was puzzled. Could it be that the world after ascending from a Lower Plane was just as he saw before him, unsuitable for the survival of ordinary living beings?
As Lin Dong was thinking, several masses of black mist wriggled in the distance and closed in on him. As they drew near, piercing shrieks rang out from within the black mist.
"Jie jie jie!"
"Such a rich aura. A lowly being of the Great Thousand World actually appeared here?"
With a few flickers, the black mist arrived not far from Lin Dong and turned into several sinister demonic figures. At this moment, their gazes toward him were filled with mockery, as though they were sizing up prey.
Lin Dong's gaze shifted and locked onto those demonic figures. Then his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yimo?"
The demonic figures before him, whether in their somewhat familiar appearance or that strange cackling laughter, were very similar to the Yimo, the greatest enemy of Tianxuan Continent.
However, when Lin Dong observed them closely, he could see the differences. These things might not be Yimo, but another race from the same source.
Seeing that Lin Dong did not immediately flee and instead stood quietly where he was, the black figures were slightly taken aback. Then they all revealed savage smiles.
"Ant, since you were unlucky enough to run into us, your end will probably be miserable!"
"Jie jie, what a fine scent. Let me think where I should bite first." A huge demonic figure opened