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(1) The Birth of the Demon Fiend
Demonic Continent.
A crimson moon casts its boundless blood-red glow, shrouding the pitch-black land, as a cold wind sweeps through, carrying the scent of blood across all directions.
The endless wilderness is strewn with corpses, all belonging to the Demon Race.
From the corpse-laden wilderness forward, the blackened earth rises and falls in mountains and valleys, concealing depths within.
The hundred tribes of the Demon Race reside upon this land.
At this moment.
Within a valley.
The moonlight is dim, and shadows of demons are heavy; the grand hall of the Demon Race's "Worship-Fiend Sect" is brightly lit.
As its name suggests, the Worship-Fiend Sect venerates the notorious "Ghost Fiend" of the demon lands.
