In the Bitterwind Wasteland, the sky was crimson. A blood-red moon hung high overhead, illuminating the land with its cold, clear light.
Li Chen and You An sat exhausted atop the stone pillar, watching the Servant Demons below stir restlessly and begin climbing again. Helplessness and misery showed on their faces.
"These beasts are utterly insane!"
"There's nothing we can do. We humans are born with pure spiritual energy. To these Demons, born of the world's demonic baleful energy, we're practically potent tonics. Any one of them that devours us has a chance to transform the very essence of its life and become a boss, or even a leader! As for the price paid or how many of its kind die, what does it care?"
"Little brother, we really will die here if this keeps up. Hurry and think of something!"
"I can't. I've tried everything I can think of, but... none of it works!"
You An was briefly stunned by Li Chen's words. Then he plopped down and cursed, "Damn it, are we really going to die here?"
Li Chen fell silent. Only after a long while did he say, "Actually, we're already lucky to have survived this long."
Before they knew it, they had been trapped here for more than a full day and night-over forty double-hours by the reckoning of the Eastern Victory Continent.
The fighting between humans and Demons had scarcely stopped throughout that time. Fortunately, the stone pillar's base was large enough, and the Servant Demons were too dim-witted to dig through it and bring the pillar crashing down. That alone had spared them disaster.
But not long ago, Li Chen's Armored Warrior Puppet had exhausted its power and accidentally fallen, shattering its legs and feet before a horde of Servant Demons tore it to