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The sky was a blanket of gloom.
On the ground, volcanoes erupted ceaselessly, and molten lava flowed wantonly.
At this moment, the prodigies of the Demon Race, led by the Golden Ape Demon, were scouring the mountains, determined to capture the Red-Brown Horse.
Looking down from high above, one could see what looked like a swarm of black ants moving across the land.
They were currently linking together to form one demonic array after another. Runes flickered all over the mountains and plains, emitting a blinding brilliance.
From atop these arrays, powerful auras swirled, sweeping across one volcano after another.
Even though the southern part of the ruins was vast, at the rate they were going, they would sooner or later find a trace of the Red-Brown Horse.
Moreover, thanks to the demonic arrays, their auras had merged into a single, unified whole.
