The seven pieces of land, though not as large as Northern Qi, were saturated with Filth Alien Power.
Above these fragment lands were ancient castles of the Demon Race, dense forests, mountains, and rivers, and numerous small and great demons with wary eyes.
The dead giants trees, as if they were once the pillars supporting the fragment lands, nourished them with their branches, providing an abundance of Filth Alien Power.
A portion of the Demon Race, had eked out an existence on these fragment lands for many years, never making contact with the outside world.
They were the lucky ones, protected by the Realm God.
"Pang, Pang Jian!"
A level eight Red-eyed Demon Wolf gazed in surprise at the stranger who had suddenly intruded and transformed into a red-haired man, who sharply inquired, "Why have you come?!"
In the void beyond Northern Qi, he had encountered Pang Jian, informing him that noble Black Dragon Blood flowed within the Dark Giant Python.
