After acquiring the mounts, Ashu and the others significantly increased their travel speed.
The Netherrealm couldn't be distinguished between night or day; the sky was always shrouded in mist, and the land was as terrifying as blood.
On this vast and desolate continent, when they encountered the first building, the rooster-headed Demon said, "My lord, we are approaching the Great Demon's camp."
Ashu dismounted with a flip.
Visibility here was still low; he could only see a small, dilapidated shack about ninety meters away.
The house was in ruins, as if someone had built it for seven days, then was forced to reincarnate; another successor built it for seven days, then was forced to reincarnate again...
Even now, the crooked little shack had no owner.
"My lord, this is the most suitable stronghold. Moving forward will enter the patrol area and it's easy to get exposed," the rooster-headed Demon said again.
