The thick fog rolled and howled.
Corpses were scattered all over the ground.
The colorful blood gathered into a river.
It spread across the wilderness and seeped into the ground.
It would lay a solid foundation for the birth of many evil creatures in the future.
Occasionally, there would be great demons with empty and crazy expressions showing off in the wilderness.
Grayish-black mist circulated in their seven orifices, coming out and entering again.
It urged them to attack all living beings in sight.
One of the seven great demons looked up at the sky.
He threw out the huge bone club in his hand.
He tried to injure a burly figure in the sky.
However, the bone stick that carried a sharp whistle immediately turned into dust when it came close.
The victim looked down unhappily.
The Type 7 Diremonster on the ground exploded on the spot, turning into blood and bones.
The Blood Crocodile General looked up at his two opponents not far away.
