The Demon World.
“Even this piece of land has died?”
Cecily half-knelt on a piece of land that had already turned white.
This was the territory of one of the four dukes of the demon world, the water elemental lord.
After the land surrounding the demon world’s towns and villages that grew crops gradually turned gray and withered, Cecily decided to open up a new farm on this piece of land.
However, the ground beneath Cecily’s feet had already started to show signs of gray and white, gradually turning from soil into gray dust, losing any value.
This kind of gray and white spread like a plague in the demon world. Even if the prophet had found countless methods of human cultivation, he would not be able to use them.
“What’s going on?”
Cecily looked at the decaying trees around her, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.
