After patting down the last handful of soil, Liu Zhenhan stomped heavily on the mound a few times, compacting the loose soil.
He dragged over the thorny bushes that were originally prepared nearby to cover the mound. Taking a step back at a time, Liu carefully used leafy branches to sweep away any human traces left behind at the scene.
This place is the Demon World.
The Aegean Continent, where the name of the Demon World has been feared and passed on for ten thousand years.
Four days ago, Liu Zhenhan arrived here through a "Space-Time Rift" south of the Bering Mountains.
Through the dazzlingly chaotic streams of space-time, what appeared before Liu was a primeval forest.
This forest was located in an unnamed mountain range, where the terrain undulated endlessly into the horizon.
The distant skies were filled with strands of volcanic smoke, reminiscent of the primitive barbaric era.
In the skies of the Demon World, there are indeed two Emperor Polos during the day.
