After the rain, puddles lay everywhere in the dense forest.
The puddles were like Bright Mirrors, reflecting the trees and a pale green frog. It was quiet. There was neither wind nor sunlight; towering canopies blocked out the sun, allowing only a little light to spill through the gaps. It shone upon rain-covered green leaves, making them gleam crystal-clear...
Suddenly! A pair of huge feet smashed through a puddle, splashing mud and water everywhere!
Three grotesque Demonic Beasts with grayish-black skin raced through the forest. They wore tattered clothes and carried bloodstained weapons in Central Plains and Jiuli styles. Bloody shreds of flesh still hung from the corners of their mouths!
The forest animals fled in terror. A young deer leaped over a moss-covered fallen log, fleeing from the three Demonic Monsters. Birds beat their wings, shrieking as they took flight, while a wildcat crouched in a tree and growled deep in its throat at the ground in warning...
The three Demonic Monsters had clearly encountered something bad. Their bodies were covered in many small wounds, proof that they had recently gone through a close-quarters battle.
The unending rains of the Southern Wasteland and its soft ground carpeted with fallen leaves made these Demonic Beasts uncomfortable. Yet powerful opponents were hunting them in the comfortable Central Plains, forcing them to flee into the Southern Wasteland.
Different positions meant different views. Birth was an unchangeable fact, not something one could choose. To the Demonic Beasts, they were merely acting on instinct. The habits of killing and plundering were inborn, carved deep into their bloodline and impossible to change. Instinct drove them to take food and space from other living things so they could survive. Everything was for the survival of their race.
Likewise, the native creatures of this world had the