The dark-red, barren earth was covered with huge, bizarre black rocks. Twisted, scorched otherworldly plants grew sparsely in the cracks between them. Magma flowed down the distant mountains, while highly toxic steam constantly gushed from fissures and holes in the ground. Crimson clouds churned overhead, and thunder rumbled like an endless sea of fire hanging upside down above them, sending chills down the spine. Amid this hellish landscape, all kinds of low-level demons wandered aimlessly across the wasteland. Demons could be seen fighting everywhere for inexplicable reasons. They were chaotic monsters that could not even be counted as the lowest-level demon warriors—short-lived creatures born directly from this chaotic space. They had almost no reason at all and were completely controlled by their savage impulses. If they survived a battle, they had a chance to advance, but most low-level demons like this soon died and became part of the energy cycle of this space once more, continuing endlessly.
This was the space where demons lived—a place that challenged the limits of survival, yet was sweet as honey to those mad and violent creatures.
The Giant Turtle Rock Platform flew swiftly through the air under the cover of the foul clouds high above, avoiding groups of low-level demons wandering across the red wilderness. The radar system detected a huge pit on the plain. Since there were almost no demons wandering around it, they found a place nearby and landed.
Hao Ren led his companions out of the ship and casually stored the Giant Turtle Rock Platform in his portable space. Then everyone took a deep breath in unison, intending to experience the atmosphere of the demon plane.
Lily immediately jumped up. The sharp-nosed husky was nearly brought to tears by the intense smell of sulfur in the air. Clinging to Hao Ren's