Scorched Earth Hell, Blood-Colored Plain.
This plain stretched as far as the eye could see. The ground was blood-red, cracked everywhere as if the earth had dried up completely, permeated by an aura of deathly stillness.
With a single glance, not a trace of life could be seen.
Faintly, blood seemed to flow through the gullies in the soil of the Blood-Colored Plain, giving off a sinister, bizarre aura, as though that blood possessed consciousness.
Yet even in such a lifeless environment, two factions were still battling upon the Blood-Colored Plain, waging a brutal war, locked in a ferocious deadlock.
On one side were the Ice Demons. As they walked, they exuded a terrifying chill, as though freezing tens of millions of kilometers around them into a snowy plain. The cold seeped deep into the bones.
On the other side were the Magma Demons, their entire bodies formed of magma. Scorching magma constantly poured from them, carrying the scent of sulfur. Wherever they went, they burned everything, turning hundreds of millions of kilometers of land into a world of magma and bringing endless destruction.
The two demonic forces were almost evenly matched. Four immortal demons and tens of millions of ordinary demons clashed, slaughtering each other until heaven and earth seemed to crumble.
Wave after wave of power collided in midair, erupting with earth-shaking roars. Ice and fire battled as though they would blast the Blood-Colored Plain to pieces.
"Cackle, cackle, foolish Ice Demons! You actually dared come here to fight for the Blood-Colored Plain. You're far too full of yourselves! Who doesn't know that you Ice Demons are restrained by us Magma Demons? And yet you still dare provoke us? You're seeking your own deaths."
An immortal Magma Demon cackled madly.
"Ignorant fools!"
Another immortal Ice Demon sneered. "Magma