The Gods and Demons Battlefield lay at the edge of the primordial wilderness.
Bai Yujun's group hurried onward. Gradually, they could smell the lingering scent of tar permeating the air.
As the monkey breathed in the scent of slaughter, his eyes unconsciously reddened. The Devil Race was savage, and great demons were equally ferocious. Demons feared no evil fiends—at worst, they would fight for their lives. Don't try to frighten demons with slaughter.
Mortals often spoke of "demons and devils," habitually lumping demons and devils together.
In truth, demons and devils were fundamentally different creatures. Devils needed no further explanation, while demonkind was an evolution of natural living beings, much like mortal cultivation. No matter how they changed, they still belonged to the natural world. When they met Demonic Beasts, only life or death awaited.
Being lumped in with evil fiends was truly depressing.
Zhang Xiaoyuan clung tightly behind Bai Yujun. The aura here made her uncomfortable.
The road to the front lines was desolate, with scorched earth everywhere.
Traces of slaughter covered every inch of the land. A thick layer of dust lay beneath their feet, and whenever something scraped against a sole, it might be a weapon fragment or bits of Demonic Beast bone.
When they passed a ruined Mecha Puppet, Bai Yujun wiped its surface with her white-gloved hand.
The dust came away, revealing metal covered in scratches. The damage was too severe to repair.
She looked at the ash-gray dust in her hand, tinged red and reeking of scorched filth.
"If I'm not mistaken, the pyres have never stopped burning all these years."
General Qin nodded at that.
"They have to be burned. Even maggots refuse to eat Demonic Beast corpses. Leaving them alone easily breeds further calamities, so we can only burn them. But there