The methods that demons had prepared for the previous instance player were completely useless against the next instance player.
Furthermore, Meng Yuan didn't have any countermeasures against demons, so worrying was pointless.
After all, no matter what the demons threw at him, he would just hand it over to the player, so there wouldn't be any problems.
...
At this time, at the other end of the historical river, within an incredibly vast slice of ancient history.
Boundless dark clouds gathered from different directions.
Here, there was no daylight, the wild grass was withered and yellow, and even the ground was covered with cracks, resembling a hellish landscape.
The dark clouds obscured the sun, and sandstorms raged, quickly forming several enormous demonic faces in the sky, which communicated with each other like the rumbling of thunder.
If one observed carefully, one would notice subtle differences in the dark clouds rolling in from all directions.
