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Outside the Divine Dynasty, there are continuous high mountains resembling a Sleeping Buddha.
On the far-stretching arms of Buddha Mountain, a bewitching red cloud nearly solidified, gathering amidst the Sky Curtain.
To raise such terrifying and shocking Demon Clouds, ordinarily, it would imply the mountain was inhabited by thousands of Great Demons.
However, at a glance, there are no more than fifty silhouettes.
Among them, the leading six have taken up the vast majority of this Demon Cloud.
That robust figure, clad in Golden Armor, the Tiger Demon, extended his thick right palm, gently scooping up a handful from the air, brought it to his nose to sniff, and then exhaled a long breath of satisfaction: "This mortal world scent, truly something I've yearned for many years."
Living secluded between land and water, comfortably at ease, but always feeling like it's missing a certain flavor.
