The originally azure sky turned into a blood-like red, and even the cold moon was tinged with a touch of crimson.
Not a hint of green could be seen on the ground, only an endless barren wilderness.
The ground was crisscrossed with chasms and fissures, and from time to time, one could hear the clamor of brawls.
The Demon Clan loved to fight, and the blood-colored moonlight stirred this instinct to its greatest extent.
Nearly every inch of land bore the marks of the Demon Clan fighting to the death.
When the Holy Daughter's carriage passed by, the Demon Clan would tacitly cease their battles, and as soon as the carriage departed, the sounds of slaughter would immediately resume.
This was Shi Nian's first time witnessing the real Demon Clan.
The members of the Demon Clan heading to Ling Country seemed much more normal compared to those here.
The All-Worlds Communication flickered slightly.
As soon as Shi Nian opened it, she saw a private message from Lu Zhuoyan.
