Monsters in the Cavern

A large section of the coastline of the Endless Sea has been exposed again.

Jin Le'er and her sister managed to get their bodies wet thanks to the water summoned by several cultivators using their Spiritual Power, but most of the aquatic Demon Beast had difficulty even getting their bodies wet.

The ninth-tier Xuan Turtle has already temporarily taken most of the low-level Demon Beast into the space inside its shell, but it cannot take in the remaining Demon Beast of the same level as itself.

The ice dragon in the sky obediently landed on the ground. Cang Lian carefully guarded Green Vine's side to prevent the vine from drying out in the end—this was a companion that Sang Ying had entrusted to him to take care of, and if anything happened to it, he would definitely be in big trouble.

Outside the camp, sandstorms relentlessly robbed the land of its life force; inside, the heat was so intense that even cultivators with Fire Spirit Root could not withstand it.

The monks struggled with these two terrible pains, finding even breathing difficult.

Bai Nianchou no longer resembled the young master of the Dragon Race. He changed into a thin set of clothes and began discussing their next plans with Sang Zheng and Helian Mo.

The rising temperatures have had a significant impact on the Demon Race. Human Race are highly adaptable, but many Demon Race have fur, which makes them feel like they are wrapped in a thick quilt in such hot weather.

Some Demon Race, who should have lived in the water, suffered even more.

After all, even the Endless Sea has been turned into boiling water by the sun, and its water level continues to drop every day. How could the other small rivers and lakes escape this fate?

This was arguably the most severe test Helian Mo had faced since assuming the throne of the Demon Emperor, a blow far greater than the last time someone in his clan betrayed him.

"The sandstorms are no longer the worst problem. If the weather continues to be this hot, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to lead my people to the snowy plains of the north," Helian Mo said truthfully.

But Fang Chi was sitting with the powerful figures, immediately scoffed. "You think the snowfield is any better? Let me tell you, just two days ago, my senior brother who stayed at the Layered Heavens Palace told me that the snow there melted overnight. But Layered Heavens Palace wasn't flooded by the melted snow; in the blink of an eye, the melted snow dried up completely."

Moreover, because Layered Heavens Palace is a perpetually covered in ice and snow with no vegetation, once the snow melts and disappears, only barren land remains, and it is even hotter than here.

If it weren't for the cultivators' strong endurance, they wouldn't have fared much better than these Demon Race.

These words were, of course, sincere, but they only made Helian Mo more worried. He couldn't help but glare Fang Chi at Fang Chi: "Then tell me, what can we do now? Is there no place for us in the entire Lower Realm?"

Fang Chi looked down on Helian Mo's attitude and wanted to say something more, but Hai Tingzhou, who was sitting next to her, grabbed her arm.

Finally, it was Ten Thousand Daos Born's sect leader who stepped forward and calmed the anger on both sides. "Alright, arguing here won't help. Jiang Zhuoxue and the others are still out there working hard. Why don't we contact them as soon as possible and ask them where this storm came from? Then we can see if there's a solution."

The five smaller worlds have been merged together, and now even the coldest and most gloomy Hidden Nether Realm is filled with a humid and warm atmosphere.

Those demonized people who had been wandering the streets were now lying motionless on the ground like the living dead after their Demonic Qi was removed. The remaining cultivators and mortals from the Hidden Nether Realm rushed to the camp as quickly as possible, but missed Jiang Zhuoxue and her group.

It can be said that there is truly no paradise in the entire Lower Realm now. Unless they all attain enlightenment and ascend to immortality immediately, the destruction of the Lower Realm will be their own destruction.

Just then, Jiang Zhuoxue and the others actually sent word.

Sang Zheng took out his communication talisman, and with a light swipe of his hand, the images of more than a dozen people immediately appeared in front of them.

At this moment, Jiang Zhuoxue still had that Devil Race demonic appearance, which made Helian Mo's eyes flicker.

"So, have you found the origin of the storm?" Sang Zheng had just asked this question when he immediately noticed that the group seemed to be acting strangely.

Before Jiang Zhuoxue, who was in charge, could answer, she seemed to sense something and raised her arm behind her. A cloud of yellow sand immediately buried the backgrounds of the people in the communication talisman.

It was only at this moment that the people in the camp realized that Jiang Zhuoxue and her group on the other side seemed to be fleeing!

Jiang Zhuoxue didn't have time to explain. He casually tossed his communication talisman to Dong Fuzhu and then stood in front of the others.

He turned his head and ordered the others, "I can still hold them off a bit, but you all run! Don't forget to tell the others what we saw, so they can take precautions!"

Dong Fuzhu paused slightly, but between the options of staying to stop them and leaving to report the incident, she firmly chose the latter. She was no longer the young girl who would be blinded by emotion; she now had more important things to do.

Dong Fuzhu gripped the communication talisman tightly and led the others to run even faster.

Besides Jiang Zhuoxue, Lan Fusheng and Bai Kejin remained. Duan Hanyi originally wanted to stay as well, but Dong Fuzhu knocked her unconscious and took her away.

Before the dust and smoke behind them had even cleared, a colossal creature appeared before Jiang Zhuoxue and her companions, crossing the vast expanse of yellow sand.

In the blurry image from the communication talisman, Sang Zheng and the others in the camp saw tall, brownish-brown monsters rushing towards Jiang Zhuoxue!

"What is that?!" Jiulian immediately rushed over and asked sharply.

Dong Fuzhu used her Spiritual Power on her legs, making her run exceptionally fast. All the others could hear was the whooshing sound of the wind coming from her direction, mixed with roars.

Amidst the chaotic sounds, Dong Fuzhu roared at them with almost heart-wrenching cries, "Those are things that crawled out of the underground cave! The storm and the yellow sand are all brought by them. These things eat people and Spiritual Power! They eat everything, they can devour anything! They, along with that black cave, are going to devour the entire Lower Realm!"

As she finished speaking, a monster much smaller than the ones they had seen before suddenly leaped in front of Dong Fuzhu and the others.

At this moment, the people in the camp finally saw what the monster looked like.

Its four legs were like a wolf's, its body like a tiger's, and its face, except for its wrinkled face and everted nose, looked remarkably like a human.

Humans, however, do not have four long, sharp, protruding teeth like it.

The monster's cry sounded like a baby's. It let out a low howl and then pounced on Dong Fuzhu the others, clearly trying to help its companions who were chasing behind them and block their path.

At this moment, Dong Fuzhu knew that she could no longer avoid it. She held the communication talisman in one hand and drew her long sword in the other.

The monster probably knew that among the remaining people, Dong Fuzhu was the biggest threat to it, so it attacked Dong Fuzhu as soon as it arrived.

But before the monster could pounce on Dong Fuzhu, the strange-looking thing inexplicably stopped in mid-air.

Dong Fuzhu keenly sensed that the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and thick frost instantly covered the monster that was suspended in mid-air.