Two months passed in a flash.
The Demon Continent changed with each passing day.
The overcast clouds that had blotted out the sky slowly dispersed. The blood glow faded from the red rivers that covered the land, and their stench no longer soared into the heavens. Even the black seawater along the coast seemed to come alive.
Greenery returned to the Demon Continent. Sprouts broke through the wasteland, sunlight shone brightly for thousands of miles, and a scene of vigorous life bursting forth from all things unfolded before their eyes.
Aside from Baize, whose face was drawn with misery, the six SSS-rank demons were overjoyed, bouncing and leaping around the volcano crater.
The demonic energy within them had dissipated, leaving their minds clearer than ever before. They felt that as long as they worked hard, they could cultivate human forms and truly get back on the right track.
"Baize, why does your face look worse by the day? I told you it was just your imagination. Come on, have some fun!"
"It can't be my imagination..."
Baize shook his head repeatedly. Looking at the six fools who had no idea what fate had in store, he said gravely, "The ominous feeling grows stronger every day, and clearer too. It's not just me—you lot are going to be unlucky as well."
But I'll be the unluckiest one!
Baize added, raising a paw to point at the crystal-clear secluded pool. "The danger is down there. Can't you feel it?"
Six heads shook like rattles.
No, that wasn't right. Nine Infants alone had nine heads.
"Hahaha—"
Qiongqi threw back his head and laughed, mocking Baize for finally going insane.
"If you think you're going to be unlucky, why are you still here? Now that the demonic energy isn't troubling you anymore, you can