Chapter 6205 The Excitement
- At the edge of the Demon Marches, heavy demonic fog hung all year round.
- The light between heaven and earth bled with a dark, stifling red, and even the howling wind carried a biting demonic chill as it tore across jagged, misshapen rocks and dragged out a sound like ghosts crying in the dark.
- Deep in that barren, dead-silent land, a towering palace stood on the summit of the surrounding mountains.