Green trees, red flowers, fragrant grasslands, endless in sight.
Ants, wasps, geese flying, white clouds drifting.
When the three figures descended upon this place, this was the scene they saw.
Most importantly, the surrounding void was filled with a moist scent, indicating the presence of water in this world.
Water, the source of life, where there is water, there is always hope.
"Hahaha! We're alive, truly alive!" Unihorn Ant Anran danced with excitement, waving his crimson silver ant arms chaotically like a child.
No one could imagine that he was a Great Demon of the Third Realm, feared across the Main World.
The experience in the void turbulence was truly torturous for the demons.
No sound, no light, no living beings to interact with.
Only endless yin wind, death rays, blood rain, cold fire, eerie mist, continually draining its demonic power, body, and spirit, without any replenishment.
