Emerging from the interlacing alleys, the view directly ahead gradually became expansive.
Xu Zimei's gaze was fixed intently on what lay straight ahead.
In the open space in front, there was a deep and boundless demon pool.
It seemed that, after tens of thousands of years of erosion, the Demonic Qi within the demon pool had become so faint it was almost invisible.
Some crystal-clear pool water surrounded a large tree and gently undulated.
The eyes of everyone present were drawn to this tree.
The height of the large tree could almost rival that of the volcano.
It continued to grow until the very peak of the volcano, its entire body dark black.
The thick trunk of this Demon Tree was also densely inscribed with the ancient text of the Demon Race.
The characters shimmered with light amidst the fiery red volcanic magma.
The Demon Tree was lush, its branches occupying nearly all the space, seemingly emptying the dense interior of the volcano.
