Standing on an ancient starship that was berthed right outside the hemispherical continent, Yuna, the Phantasm expert, said, gazing forward, “This is it.”

Beside her was berthed a starship that was filled with Demons, Blackscales, and Birdmen. A young, high-tier Demon with a face as beautiful as a female’s was standing at the prow.

Even though he looked very young, he gave off a very ancient feeling, as if life had tempered him for millennia.

All of the other Demons, Blackscales, and Birdmen kept a considerable distance from him, as if to show their respect.

Eyebrows furrowed, he said in a gentle voice, “Yuna, you should be able to tell that this continent is wreathed in flesh auras of powerful Ancientspirits and experts of our races. According to ancient records, we were on the losing side of the ultimate war that broke out here. Many grand patriarchs of our races died during the war.”

Yuna was graceful and curvaceous like a tempting female serpent....