Crimson Red Mountain Steps

Even though everything below its head had been smashed to pieces, this legendary Six-Armed Snake Demon still hadn't died.

Monsters really did have tenacious vitality.

Suye grabbed the Magma Demon Sword and drove it into the Six-Armed Snake Demon's skull. He twisted the blade, and Flame Eruption burst forth.

The legendary Six-Armed Snake Demon that had sent Gig flying turned to ash.

Everyone and every monster nearby stared blankly at this Purgatory Demon King.

That was a Six-Armed Snake Demon—the same Giant Clan.

Had it really been smashed to death without even putting up a fight? A few Sacred Domain Six-Armed Snake Demons nearby stood rigid, hiding all their swords behind their backs with their six hands.

"How much?" Suye rolled his neck and looked around.

Gig said with a bitter expression, "You're from the Giant Clan. You smashed ordinary ground and public property. As long as the damage is under ten thousand Hell Coins, you don't need to pay compensation. These roads are barely worth one Hell Coin."

Hell Coins were coins refined from soul fragments. Monsters could swallow them directly to absorb their power and strengthen themselves.

Suye had calculated that one Hell Coin had roughly the purchasing power of one hundred Golden Eagles.

The prices of goods throughout the Deep Prison Plain were extraordinarily distorted because most monsters didn't need all kinds of complicated daily necessities.

Fighting and entertainment were monsters' favorite things.

When they were hungry, they went hunting. When they were tired, they found a safe place and lay down on the spot. When they were cold, they looked for a volcano...

As for brushing their teeth, washing their faces, dressing up, and other human habits, they were completely foreign to ninety-nine percent of monsters.

"I think I'm starting to like this place. Keep leading