The Black Earth Plains were vast, and the most common terrain was bare Gobi and deserts where not a blade of grass grew.
Therefore, none of the villages that could survive in this place were ordinary.
Black Mist Village, for example.
In Zhang Yang's eyes, this was nothing short of a miracle.
The entire village looked more like a small city in a secluded paradise.
But it was not a lazy, comfortable, adorable, miniature, warm little city.
It was more like a demonic city with steel teeth and iron bones, brimming with power and ferocity.
No one would feel comfortable upon seeing this little city at first glance—unless they themselves were an evil demon.
Beyond Black Mist Village's walls lay even more Farmland.
When Zhang Yang arrived, the first thing he saw was a Stone Grass Demon among the Farmland!
There were even more of them than in Black Ox Village.
Zhang Yang was relieved. At least he would not have to worry about running out of nourishing delicacies.
"Stop! This is Black Mist Village. No one may approach without permission!"
A haughty cavalry patrol intercepted Zhang Yang.
Every one of these patrol soldiers was extraordinary. Their equipment was forged from Mortal Iron and Mortal Copper, while their mounts were even more valiant and brimming with spiritual energy.
All of this was enough to demonstrate Black Mist Village's formidable strength.
Yet in Zhang Yang's eyes at this moment, they were no different from withered bones and rotting corpses.
Without slowing his steps, Zhang Yang swept past like a breeze, and the patrol soldiers' expressions and movements froze in the previous instant.
Only after Zhang Yang's figure had swept several kilometers away did their bodies crumble and drift down like ashes.
It was not Zhang Yang who killed them, but the