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As Xiao Ming stepped into the Demon Raiding Mountain, a deep sense of foreboding settled over him.
This feeling was not unfamiliar; it had haunted him for as long as he could remember.
Unbeknownst to him, this was one of the unique abilities granted by his extraordinary physique—a subconscious warning of impending danger.
The moment he crossed the threshold, the tranquil blue clouds of the night sky shifted unnaturally, swirling into a menacing red before flickering back to blue.
His vision blurred momentarily, and when it cleared, the ground beneath his feet was no longer solid earth.
Instead, it was a grotesque carpet of flesh and blood, the remains of humans and beasts alike, some of whom had reached the Xiantian stage.
The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, and the scene was so vivid that it felt as though he had stepped into a nightmare.
