Chapter 348. Breaking Through the Veil (2)
Caron crossed the Veil with the demonkin at his side.
He had barely taken a few steps when the very air changed.
"It feels like I've been here before... some kind of déjà vu. Owner, don't you feel it too?" Guillotine asked.
The Realm of Void was, in every sense of the word, empty. Compared to this, even the realms of the other Demon Kings seemed full of life.
A land choked with dust, a sky the color of ash. Even sunlight was swallowed by the gray, shining only as a lifeless pallor. All that remained were skeletal frames of buildings—ruins of what must once have been the proud structures of an ancient civilization.
It was a scene that reminded Caron of Desertus, the Ghost Island.
According to Shiker, this land had once been the heart of the Arcane Civilization, its capital, the most prosperous region of all. But where a radiant culture had once flourished, only death remained now.
Caron muttered under his breath as he glanced around, "This place reeks of garbage... nothing but garbage."
"Well, that's blunt," Guillotine said.
The reason he'd entered the Void with this horde of "bait" was simple. The demons and demonic monsters that had once followed the two Demon Kings couldn't simply be thrown away.
If the main force broke through, the whole formation of mere encirclement would collapse.
Whoosh.