Demon Realm Battlefield.
A sea of bones, flames raging across the sky.
Countless Star Alliance strongmen form battle arrays, fighting fiercely amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Yet in a secluded spot, Lu Yuan sits cross-legged, immersed in cultivation, appearing serene and at peace.
As if to him.
This place isn't a human purgatory that terrifies countless strongmen, but an absolute place of cultivation.
At this moment.
A squad of a hundred demons finds this unusually quiet, sensing something amiss, and immediately encircles from behind.
When they cautiously approach, they discover not far ahead.
A young man in a black robe sits cross-legged on a barren hill, eyes shut, seemingly cultivating?
Upon seeing this, a string of question marks instantly pops up in all the demon strongmen's minds.
Is this person crazy?
This is a battlefield in the Demon Realm with a nine-death-one-life chance, where one could fall at any moment.
Yet he's cultivating?
