The Flame Demon Lord was composed entirely of charred rock. In the fissures, dark red magma could be seen slowly solidifying.
A pair of massive, curved horns grew from its head, one of which was broken.
A massive hole pierced its chest, seemingly bored straight through by some immense power. The residual energy fluctuations caused the surrounding space to ripple slightly.
The aura of a Domain Level being lingered in the air, impossible to ignore.
This was the true reason Raylo had chosen this place.
The recent, frequent spatial disturbances in the Black Stone Mountain Range had brought not only trouble, but also... opportunity.
For instance, the corpse of this Flame Demon Lord, which had fallen from a Space Rift.
Not far from the Flame Demon Lord's corpse, another scene was just as striking.
Over a hundred Abyssal Inferior Demons were completely surrounded by a thousand Wailing Beldams.
