The Expedition

"Is this the Earth Demon Plains?"

A powerful demon, imposing in build and fully five or six meters tall, strode into this dim region, looking around in surprise.

"Demons come here too?"

To his eyes, the region before him was incredibly dark. Even demons with supernatural vision could barely make anything out.

In this world, the Abyss Power had dwindled to a low point here, which made some powerful demons feel uncomfortable.

After arriving, the demon felt a wave of discomfort. He looked around disdainfully. "Are there really powerful demons here?"

Generally speaking, the stronger a demon was, the richer and more fertile the territory he could claim.

This region was clearly a godforsaken place. Even if it were offered to other demons, probably none of them would want it.

By all logic, any demon who came to claim this place couldn't be very powerful.

"Yes..."

A winged demon just over a meter tall kept his head bowed as he spoke. "Though it's hard to believe, there really is a powerful demon here. His strength has definitely reached the level of a Demon Commander..."

"Some time ago, he apparently gathered a group of Lesser Demons to build a castle here..."

"Build a castle here?"

The burly demon leader froze. An utterly bemused expression crossed his face. "You're sure you're not messing with me?"

For a demon, building a castle and the like was an incredibly far-fetched idea.

After all, castles were basically useless to demons.

In the demonic world, the difference between one rank and the next was like heaven and earth. If someone really was stronger than you, what good would owning a castle do?

This wasn't the world of mortals, where everyone's individual strength was more or less equal and a castle could help them mount a stubborn