Yellow sand filled the sky, and windblown grit swept past. Occasionally, a peculiar smell of dust raised by distant volcanic eruptions drifted over.
Huo Yuhao walked through this place, taking in his surroundings. There was nothing but rock walls and wasteland; he had not seen any vegetation along the way.
Of course, there were also the volcanoes frequently seen here. Magma erupted from them, enormous mushroom clouds appeared in the sky, and volcanic ash dyed the wasteland grayish white like the blizzards of the Far North.
The magma flowing out of them formed scorching rivers, while the never-extinguished magma in volcanic craters and other pits was what barely passed for rivers and lakes here.
This sight reminded Huo Yuhao of Hell Road in Slaughter City, though the scenery there could not compare to what lay before him now.
In Huo Yuhao's eyes now, everything that had happened in Slaughter City seemed more like the superficial acts of those fallen people, horrors that were all outward show.
Everything happening here, however, showed Huo Yuhao a horror that came from within and left one powerless.
At that moment, Huo Yuhao held a scalpel formed from Ultimate Ice, dissecting the corpse of a ram-horned demon lying on a stone slab before him.
The blade sliced through its skin, and a little blood flowed out. He then slowly peeled back the outer skin and flesh, exposing its internal structure before his eyes.
Although he could examine its structure with Spiritual Power, that ultimately lacked a certain sense of reality. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, even though Huo Yuhao had already prepared himself, everything before her still left her somewhat shocked.
Several demons surrounded Huo Yuhao at that moment. They varied in appearance, but all shared one characteristic: frail bodies.
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