Monsters in front and behind, the caravan travelers gathered together in horror, drew their dagger weapons, and began to tremble in fear in the face of the living dead slowly approaching.

"What the hell is this," shouted someone in the caravan, almost breaking down as he looked at the living dead approaching him.

What scared them was not the monster-like living dead in front of them, but the clothes they were wearing, they were all merchants like them, but now, they had become the living dead, a group of monsters.

In other words, the caravans passing by here have all turned into these monsters in front of them.

They had never seen these things for many years in the snowy peaks and plateaus, and they were not afraid of wild beasts, but they were scared and trembling in the face of these living dead who had turned into monsters.

"Roar" roared, a living dead grasshopper bounced up, shot into a person's body, the person who was held by the living dead screamed in fright and retreated, the living dead squatted on his shoulder like a monster holding his head, a knife into his shoulder, and then like crazy, his hand quickly and desperately stabbed the knife into the man's body, and the heart-rending scream instantly shook the snow valley.

Countless people of the living dead jumped up and rushed into the crowd, slaughtering everything that was alive, even the horses that were carrying their goods were killed and fell to the ground.

The wind and snow were like a monster, screaming, roaring, roaring, through the valley, on the white snowfield, the red blood was like a burning flame, like a blooming flower, and the brilliant colors were shocking.

On the top of the snow peak, Jia Luo, who was dressed in a dark green robe, looked at the slaughter under his feet, the wind blew his long hair in the wind, the peacock feathers in his left ear swayed in the wind, his handsome and bewitching face was dyed with a bloodthirsty smile, stretched out his hand, and the palm was a small dark blue insect, in the wind and snow, the little insect spread its wings and flew up, flew towards the dead corpse in the valley, landed on the corpse, and got in.

In the snow, among the corpses, a stiff corpse suddenly opened its eyes, and its eyes were frozen and white.

One corpse stood up, and then another.

Above the snow, all the caravans turned into the living dead, standing up, keeping the appearance of death, and like the other living dead, they neatly turned their heads to look at Garo on the snowy peak.

Looking at his masterpiece, Jia Luo laughed deeply, from now on, the Snow Peak Plateau is no longer the territory of the world, here, it originally belonged to the demon race.

Let these living dead be optimistic about the door of the new demon domain for him.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to walk into the void, where a crack immediately opened, and he walked in, and the figure vanished.

And as he entered, in an instant, the snow field disappeared, the sound of the wind disappeared, and in front of him, there was a purgatory-like wreckage, scorched earth everywhere, hot molten land everywhere, and a vast expanse of land in front of him, the earth was scorched and cracked, and the wind swept the sand and rolled out on the cracked earth, making a whirring sound.

He stepped on the cracked earth and walked forward, looking up into the distance.

Far away, above the dusk earth, there was a collapsed palace, like a lonely old man, lying there decadently, lonely, lonely, waiting for its master in the wind and sand.

Here, is the collapsed demon world, and the only corner that has been preserved is the last hope of the demon race.

As he approached, the ruins of the palace in front of him gradually became clear, and the towering palace ruins, although they had been decayed, but between the tiles and the soil, they showed the grandeur and domineering of the past, and the palace was surrounded by the demon army guarded.

As Garo walked in, the demon army guarding the gate neatly raised the weapons in their hands and saluted.

(Markor Literature-)