The Demon Abyss was no good place.
The environment here simply was not suited for the survival of other living creatures.
This was no alarmist exaggeration.
When Xu Zimo set foot upon this land,
within ten thousand miles, everywhere beyond the naked eye's reach was already, to his senses, a scorched wasteland.
It was as though raging flames had swept through, leaving behind nothing but desolation, without a trace of life.
There was not even a single plant.
The ground was bare, without so much as a patch of grass.
The black soil was barren and parched, hard beneath one's feet.
The air all around was permeated by a black, choking, eye-stinging sensation.
Beyond that, wind and sand swept through heaven and earth.
The black sandstorm howled wantonly like demonic qi.
This was no ordinary wind and sand.
It could even be said to be one of the most dangerous things within the Demon Abyss.
Whenever someone was swept by the sandstorm, many lives would involuntarily begin to drain away.
Because the black wind and sand were steeped in the aura of desolation.
Xu Zimo stepped onto this land.
Along with him, several groups of people had also been teleported here.
Xu Zimo did not know which nation these people came from, nor was he interested.
Though he did not know them, they knew him.
Whether it was the destruction of Cloud Tower before, or his battle against Brahma Heaven at Qian Kun Hall, both had made his name known.
Of course, what had truly made him famous was Xu Zimo becoming the new ruler of the Yan Chi Dynasty.
That day, it had truly felt as though there was no one under heaven who did not know his name.
These people were extremely wary of Xu Zimo.
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