Lion King Mountain was peaceful, with gentle winds and light clouds.
Aside from the demons gathering in ever greater numbers on the mountain, it was as if none of the changes taking place outside could affect this place. Even the breeze remained warm and gentle.
Thanks to the demons' powerful abilities, Lion King Mountain was now worlds apart from what it had been more than two months ago. If Lion King Mountain had once been a towering mountain range that reached into the clouds, it had now become a vast demon kingdom.
The area beneath Lion King Mountain was covered in formations. The formations laid out by more than a thousand demons were dazzling to behold. The lower half of the mountain was filled with military fortresses and siege equipment, giving the impression that even the Heavenly River Navy could not fly over it. From the middle of the mountain upward, all kinds of buildings in various styles covered the slopes, making the upper half resemble a huge city. Yet the beings moving through this city were all demons.
What ordinary people could not see were the extremely concealed openings scattered around Lion King Mountain. They were deep, dark, winding, and bewildering, and no one knew where they led.
Through the tireless efforts of certain demons with special abilities, this mountain, many times larger than Flower Fruit Mountain, was gradually being hollowed out. Groups of demons were also transforming its interior from earth and stone into a strange, pitch-black material.
Watching the mountain gradually turn into the demons' headquarters and military base, just like Flower Fruit Mountain had once been, and seeing the demons' enthusiasm and efficiency, An Yang could not help sighing with emotion.
These days, he had been trying to further perfect his spatial arts. At the very