On the barren land, a squad of demon soldiers left their Demons Monarch's city as usual and headed toward the distant settlements.
Just as they had done on countless days before, they were going to those so-called settlements to plunder and search for the supplies they needed.
This was a task the Demons Monarch had assigned to his subordinates, and also an opportunity for them to replenish the Life Energy within their bodies.
Of course, these so-called settlements were really just a matter of trying their luck and seeing where demons roamed the wilderness. They had no idea how much they would gain on any given outing.
In the past, however, these missions had never required them to travel so far. Lately, for some unknown reason, fewer and fewer demons had been roaming nearby, forcing them to travel farther to find their traces.
At this thought, the Demon Man leading them, who possessed the strength of a Soul Saint, cursed those demons inwardly in displeasure. Still, they had to keep traveling the road ahead.
So he simply kept urging his subordinates behind him to pick up their pace.
As their party passed through a canyon, the Demon Man in the lead looked at the towering cliffs on either side and instinctively felt a measure of unease.
He then sent the four flying demons in the squad to scout the cliffs on both sides and ordered his force of fifty to stand by where they were.
Looking at the towering cliffs around him and listening to the wind howl like shrieking ghosts, he felt unease linger in his heart. The Demon Man instinctively tightened his grip on his weapon, then glanced toward the way out of the canyon.
Perhaps it was the confidence and arrogance his Cultivation gave him, or perhaps