They watched as the once-barren land within the Demon Race's territory became plots of farmland, with plants growing there and demons working the fields, while horse-drawn carriages passed along clean roads.
If not for the sky still bearing the gray, hazy weather of demon territory, and the figures tilling the fields having the appearance of demons, reminding Long Haochen and the others that they were still within demon territory-
Long Haochen and the others would have suspected they were in some human village.
"Boss, am I hallucinating? This can't be real, can it? Didn't they say demons couldn't engage in production? Could we still be inside the Eternal Tower, and this is an illusion for some trial... Ow! That hurts! Let go." Before Lin Xin could finish, Sima Xian beside him pinched his cheek.
Sima Xian, a priest with the physique of a berserker, made Lin Xin yelp with that pinch.
Only when he heard Lin Xin's cries did Sima Xian release his hand. Looking somewhat dazed, he said, "You can feel pain, so it isn't an illusion." Faced with this scene, Sima Xian did not know what to say either.
"You damn baldy, are you stupid? An illusion isn't a dream. How could a pinch wake you up?" Lin Xin cursed as he rubbed his cheek.
But none of those present paid attention to Lin Xin's words. Instead, they stared at everything before them, somewhat at a loss.
Then Sheng Cai'er said, "It isn't an illusion. It's real."
Hearing this, Chen Ying'er asked, "Then are we sure we're on the Holy Demon Continent right now?"
Long Haochen turned and told everyone, "This is indeed the Holy Demon Continent. I can sense the Goddess of Light here. But I don't know what has happened to the Demon Race either. Let's