Imprint Valley was in tatters, and countless lives were killed.

Within the endless chaos, there were always occasional spatial storms that could rip those organisms still managing to survive apart.

Spatial storms were massive. Even the largest of organisms seem small in comparison.

Within the turbid storms and flows, a lithe silver-haired organism was carefully walking forth. It had a man in tatters on its back, seemingly hurt.

“Can you find an exit?” Chu Tianmang asked Strange Mane Demon weakly.

It nodded without hesitation. It will find one no matter what!

Chu Tianmang knew Strange Mane Demon’s resolve and lightly caressed its mane.

The Strange Mane Demon had...