The moon was blood-red.
Under the crimson moon.
Mountains, rivers, plains, laid out in orderly succession—everything looked not much different from the human realm.
Except everything was tinged with a dark red undertone, lending an eeriness to the scene.
However, it was only he who would find it eerie.
The demons who lived here had long grown accustomed to such sights.
In their eyes, the world was supposed to be red.
Lu Qingshan gazed far into the distance, barely able to distinguish the tiny, faint shadows.
Those were the cities of the Demon Race.
A scent of decay and strangeness wafted on the wind.
This made Lu Qingshan frown slightly.
"How does it feel?" Lu Qingshan asked Yu Luo behind him.
He didn't turn around, so he couldn't see Yu Luo's expression.
But he could sense some hesitation in Yu Luo.
After a moment, Yu Luo finally replied, "Lord, although I already knew that the Abyss was in a period of decline, the reality is much worse than I had imagined..."
