Three hours later, at the base plaza.
At least a thousand demons had gathered in the plaza. At minimum, they were all Middle Ancient Realm demons; most were Ancient Realm demons, while a small number had reached the Primordial Realm.
The demons entering the Demon God Ruins were not all newcomers like Xia Ping. There were also quite a few veterans, since they too needed to enter and explore the place to accumulate merit.
The Rock Demon from seven days ago was among them. It glared viciously at Xia Ping and demons like Vaslai, murderous intent surging from its body.
Clearly, it had not forgotten what happened before and still bore a grudge.
Vaslai and the other demons were so angry their faces turned green. This had nothing to do with them at all—it was purely because that bastard demon Xia Ping had a loose tongue. Otherwise, how could this have happened?
They hated Xia Ping to the bone as well, wishing they could kill him and be done with it.
"Eh? How strange. What exactly is this feeling?"
At that moment, Xia Ping blinked, completely ignoring the Rock Demon, Vaslai, and the others. His mind was wholly immersed in his Gaia Clone.
To be honest, after cultivating this new Gaia Clone and awakening the misfortune divine ability, he had proactively put the Gaia Clone away to avoid running into trouble.
But now that he had summoned the Gaia Clone and brought it out into the outside world, he immediately discovered that something was seriously wrong.
He could sense that, centered on his body, an area spanning tens of thousands of light-years seemed to be shrouded in an inexplicable aura of misfortune, as though dark clouds were pressing overhead.
Naturally, aside from himself, no other demon—not even an Invincible Realm