At dawn, the sun in the sky brazenly stretched its back, instantly increasing the brightness of the world by thirty percent.
A gale swept in from the north, carrying a huge mass of pale-purple demonic aura. Under the sunlight, it looked like violets blooming across the heavens—exceedingly beautiful.
Not all demonic aura was black. Perhaps from the perspective of the firmament, all demonic aura was vicious and evil, but in this world, it was nothing more than an utterly ordinary change in nature.
Zhang Yang sat cross-legged on a stone, facing the mass of demonic aura that resembled a sea of purple violets, fully on guard.
This was already his third day in this abyssal world. At least half his time had been spent resisting these magnificently colored masses of demonic aura. By comparison, that ugly, drab, gray-black demonic aura—so earthy it practically fell through the floor—was truly a good little baby.
Of course, danger also represented opportunity. Who could have imagined that these colorful masses of demonic aura would now become the treasures Zhang Yang and his subordinates looked forward to encountering most each day?
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
Luke's voice rang out, and everyone's eyes gleamed brightly.
They now knew that masses of demonic aura with such vivid colors certainly contained monsters. Zhang Yang's Spirit Domain could only barely block the infiltration of the demonic aura, while the various monsters inside the aura masses had to be slain by the others.
It was worth mentioning that monsters were not demonfolk. They were more like the ferocious beasts, poisonous insects, and all other creatures in the human world that lived and reproduced by instinct.
The masses of demonic aura were their settlements, hunting grounds, and breeding grounds. They attacked not only Zhang Yang and the others, who were outsiders,