Mine Ruins

Two months later.

The humidity was suitable, and the temperature was perfect.

In Reilo's eyes, the natural environment of this wind eye was even more suitable for human survival than Starveil Land!

That was no easy feat.

Of the gem-sea archipelago's wind eye that Reilo had visited, and the wind eye of the Rotting Sand Tower United Kingdom established by the Moluos, one had an excessively high temperature while the other was extremely arid. Neither was suitable for ordinary human survival.

Thus, Reilo was naturally very interested in this region, which was more suitable for human survival than Starveil Land.

A trace of longing appeared in his eyes.

Dressed in a loose scholar's robe, Reilo stood on a high slope overlooking the ruins of the mineral vein ahead, which looked like a collapsed scarlet wasteland. Tens of thousands of Wind Spirits were there, resembling clusters of ghosts as they rebuilt the mineral vein that had once been destroyed single-handedly by the God of Rot.

Viewed from above, the entire ruin was shrouded in vast amounts of pale-gray smoke.

The smoke was residual divine power from the God of Rot and was highly corrosive. After accumulating for several decades, it had long since altered the local ecosystem and mutated many terrifying creatures.

Before the mineral vein could be restored, the mutated creatures here had to be cleared out, so progress was extremely slow.

The remnants of several decades could still cause such an impact. The power of a god was truly terrifying!

Yet such a terrifying existence had been slain and brought down by human Witchers in a short time. Even its corpse had been preserved as a specimen.

Over the past two months,

Reilo and the Wind Spirit named Faction had already visited all the famous places, large and small,