West of Mirage Demon Sea, under Golden Scale Slope.
Dark golden mica-like rocks covered the landscape, thin and sharp, resembling blades, layered and stretching for hundreds of miles.
This place was desolate, with not a hint of greenery. The demonic qi seeping from underground and the wind that swept through felt like knives, carrying the chill and sharpness of the coldest winter.
Some small-bodied, big-headed demon insects with claw-like massive mouthparts scurried through the mica gold rocks, gnawing on them.
A black raven flew from the Mirage Demon Sea, hovering in mid-air, searching for something.
Suddenly, a black claw flashed from the rock layers, snatching a demon insect and then swiftly retracting.
After just two breaths, the demon insect was thrown out again, now bearing a tooth mark on its claw, fleeing in panic.
The black raven's eyes lit up and it flew straight toward the spot, only to be struck by a wave of murderous intent from behind.
