"The people here really didn't run. They couldn't move that much wealth in time. After all, Wind Erosion counted as one of the top forces in the First Hell. Not only did they have thirteen demigods, they were also in an offensive and defensive alliance with the largest Rain Demon tribe, so they thought they had the strength to resist. The result was that every last one of them died."
Across the vast Gobi Desert, fierce winds blew through honeycomb-like stone pits and castle-like hills, producing a shrill, ghostly wail. Without protective screening, that layer of wind alone was enough to bewitch the mind, destroy reason, and make someone drown alive in their own fear.
Almost every demigod stronghold in Hell was a vast territory pieced together from multiple Artificery Temples, but demigods did not need that much space to live in, so they had all tacitly transformed the outer environment into permanently active "cursed terrain."
"Wilderness" and "Gobi Desert," these seemingly ordinary terrains, not only hid lethal danger but also allowed the demigods in the stronghold to immediately notice uninvited guests entering their territory. Besides that, Ash had also seen lakes filled with murky black liquid and plains where skulls littered the ground and bones formed forests. One glance was enough to tell they were full of malice toward outsiders.
At the center of the Wind Erosion Gobi Desert stood a fortress excavated out of a massive rock layer.
In the center of the fortress stood an extremely tall, extremely long cross-shaped spear, with the sound of spears stabbing through the air ringing out around it from time to time; above the fortress towered a statue of a great eagle spreading its wings, its cry even louder and clearer than the howling and wailing outside; and on the fortress