No one expected there to be such a massive space underground. In that place, hundreds of people were fighting, unleashing furious shouts.
At the center of it all, a monumental creature rose up: a giant worm three hundred meters tall. Its entire body gleamed like polished emeralds, giving off a hypnotizing green glow.
It exuded an aura of nature so vast it seemed to have no limits.
Hundreds of cultivators surrounded it in a desperate effort. However, it didn't look like the creature was the one being hunted, but rather the men, who were dying in cruel ways.
The ground was stained red. Bloodstains and mutilated corpses were scattered everywhere, while dozens of survivors lay farther away, powerless.
Darian watched the scene, his eyes fixed on the creature.
The aura of that thing was absurdly pure. Still, something was wrong. It didn't seem to have been made for combat.
