The next day, across a vast plain.
Xiao Yi gazed into the distance, where a colossal palace floated above the Endless Black Sea, standing quietly.
An ancient and solemn aura wafted over from afar.
The thick and mysterious feeling filled Xiao Yi with anticipation.
That was the Demon Hunting Hall Main Hall.
It had stood there for millions of years, braving the winds and rains, surrounded by towering black waves, yet it remained unscathed.
It had become a symbol.
Yet it still loomed like a dusky divine entity, deeply gazing towards the far reaches beyond the Black Sea.
Its massive form seemed to be the most powerful guarantee of protection for this front line.
On the walls, the mottled dark red bloodstains, undiminished after millions of years, stood testament to its significance in those ancient times.
Even today, it remains a nightmarish fortress in the hearts of countless Abyss Demon Beasts.
Swoosh... Xiao Yi took to the sky, heading towards the Main Hall.
