"Yes, Lord Dragon Marshal!" A tall red dragon cultivator standing before the dragon cultivator answered respectfully and firmly. After a pause, he continued, "I've investigated. For some reason, the Human Race's First Group was disbanded and reorganized into a special group. Their former Second Group became the First Group. That special group accepted ten missions, all relatively close to Demon Race territory. They departed a few days ago. Most likely, they're carrying out the four-star mission in Earth Spirit Swamp: killing the Swamp Flood Dragon!"
"Hmm? They actually went over toward Demon Race territory!" The Dragon Marshal answered in a low voice, "Then they must be afraid of us. They even disbanded their First Group! It seems the Human Race has some newcomers..." He stood and paced slowly, apparently considering something. Suddenly, he said grimly, "Hmph! Better to kill the wrong ones than let any escape. Send the Dragon Second Group and Dragon Third Group! Have them search for the cultivators of the Human Race's special group. Once found, kill them without exception!"
"Yes! Your subordinate obeys!" the cultivator answered solemnly, then transformed into a streak of red light and flew away...
"Damned Human Race! Why does everything good end up in your hands? Damn it!" Watching the dragon cultivator fly away, the red dragon cultivator, whose entire body looked metallic, suddenly revealed an indignant expression and cursed under his breath...
The red dragon cultivator flew onward and soon emerged from the enormous, cavernous opening...
Before him!
As far as the eye could see stretched a land of flames. Enormous red towers stood upon the earth like pillars holding up the heavens. Red light continuously poured from the pagodas, forming a vast, boundless red light barrier overhead. Enormous fire wells stood among them, endlessly spewing red flames. Countless red-light flames