On the eastern part of the mountain range...
The eastern area of the mountain range was a place of untamed wilderness, where the air itself seemed to pulse with the feral energy of the beasts that roamed its slopes.
The dense mist that clung to the peaks was tinged with a faint violet hue, an evident sign of the demonic miasma that permeated the region.
It was here, amidst the chaos of clashing demonic herds, that the scarlet-robed youth found himself.
The scene was one of utter pandemonium. To his left, a pack of sickly Silver-Maned Lions prowled, their once-majestic manes now dull and matted, their eyes glowing with a feral hunger.
To his right, a group of Green-Eyed Panthers slinked through the shadows, their emerald gazes piercing through the mist like twin lanterns of death.
Even the weakest among them radiated an aura at the half-step Houtian level, a testament to their formidable strength.
