Bomi. According to rumor, the nation that had once stood here had dug through to the Nine Nethers, causing Nine Nether Aura to spread everywhere. It was shrouded in Red Mist year-round, and Yin soldiers could occasionally be seen passing through the mist.
Although the Red Mist here could easily make one lose their bearings, and even Exterior masters could not extend their senses, after years of exploration, Bomi had developed its own methods of finding the way.
However, a few days ago, Crying Old Man and Xuan Bei, peak Exterior experts, had fought all the way here. Even the peerless fiends of this place had tucked their tails between their legs and avoided their edge.
Of course, a few highly skilled and bold individuals had followed the sounds of battle to watch, hoping to pick up some spoils.
Thus, this exchange market was much smaller than before. Not many people had come from Bomi—only five or six.
Yet those five or six fiends had cowed the caravan members so thoroughly that they scarcely dared breathe.
Not to mention that the two Exterior experts escorting the goods had been forced by Bomi's rules to remain outside the Red Mist to receive them and had not entered with them.
Even if they had entered, the combined strength of those five or six fiends would have crushed them with ease.
Still, with everyone keeping one another in check and the unwritten rules passed down over the years, aside from the pressure, accidents generally did not occur.
Items were exchanged one by one, some in small lots and others in large ones.
"Living in this kind of environment year-round, even the Nine Demonic Paths wouldn't be able to endure it."
As Xu Yue examined the dispersed Nine Nether Aura and the aura of