The Immortal-Abandoned Land stretched boundlessly, filled with unknown dangers. Even supreme experts of the emperor realm had no certainty of surviving once they entered; they, too, risked a gruesome death.
Faced with the new journey about to begin, Xiao Chen felt uneasy.
Yet.
At the thought of the endless opportunities hidden within the Immortal-Abandoned Land.
He also felt anticipation.
The road ahead was long, destined to bristle with thorns.
With one sword and one demon, the youth would brave every hardship, destined to shake heaven and earth.
Soon.
The man and demon pressed slowly forward through the eerie wind, shrouded in night fog. Before long, they reached Demon-Devouring City.
The city was small, its walls a dusky red and weathered with age. Above its gate was carved a crimson demon face, its eyes like blood, a terrifying sight.
Cracks, damaged patches, and claw marks covered the walls. Clearly, the city had endured more than one great battle.
In certain corners.
Demon runes gleamed.
Like ghostly eyes in the night.
Striking terror into the soul.
Under the polar night.
The city lay hushed.
Without a clamor.
Within the city.
Only a few establishments still showed faint lamplight.
The remaining areas.
Were pitch-black.
Steeped in deathly silence.
Outside the gate.
The ground stood empty.
Not a soul was there except two tall city guards in crimson armor, their faces gray-black and their eyes tinged with blood.
"Halt!"
"Who goes there?"
Seeing Xiao Chen and Lao Six approach, the two fearsome guards, whose expressions had been numb, abruptly turned their eyes toward them and stared coldly. They slowly raised the dark great lances in their hands, each a full two meters long and weighing roughly a thousand jin, exposing their deadly edges.
"Grandmaster realm! What extravagance from the Demon-Eating Lands, posting two grandmaster