After Elder Shen left the Border-Guard Fortress, he skimmed across the ground of the Vast Wild Domain like a streak of gray light.
The farther he went, the thicker the demonic aura became.
The stench in the air was like burnt animal fur mixed with rotting meat, forcing its way up his nose.
The ground grew gray and barren, without a blade of grass.
Enormous claw marks and drag trails lay everywhere.
A bitter wind swept sand and stones toward him from afar. They struck his protective immortal light with a fine, rustling hiss.
Stay in this wretched place too long, and even your state of mind might suffer...
Elder Shen frowned slightly.
He did not linger.
He straightened his robes and continued forward.
The Demon Race's camp lay ahead, stretching for a thousand miles.
Its tents were built entirely of beast hides and bonewood, their colors dark and dull.
From a distance,
they looked like countless black beasts crouching on the wasteland.
Demonic aura surged skyward from the camp, and black mist rolled.
Large numbers of Demon Soldiers in human form patrolled between the tents, carrying bone spears with sharp fangs hanging at their waists.
Every step they took landed with a heavy, uneven thud.
Flying demon beasts passed overhead from time to time as well.
Each beat of their wings stirred a foul wind that sent the camp's torches swaying wildly.
Elder Shen had barely landed before the camp when several patrols of Demon Soldiers spotted him.
"A human!"
Their leader was a wolf-headed Earth Immortal Demon King with a human body and a bloodstained saber in hand.
More than twenty Demon Soldiers followed behind him, their eyes gleaming green.
"Stop!"
The wolf-headed Demon King barked, swinging his saber across Elder Shen's path.
"Human cultivator, you dare trespass