With a single thought, Wang Ling appeared on a desolate mountain of rocks.
This mountain wasn't particularly unique. It resembled any other desolate mountain in the Land of Devils. It might not even have a name.
"Human!"
As soon as he landed, Wang Ling heard a sharp, sinister voice.
Two demonic beings were feasting on flesh and blood, their grotesque faces fixed on Wang Ling. Despite their repulsive appearance, their expressions were filled with intense greed.
"What a tender and juicy human. Look at this kid's clueless face; seems like he was brought here from the frontlines." One of the demons wiped his mouth and grinned maliciously as he approached Wang Ling.
Hearing this, Wang Ling furrowed his brows.
From what he gathered, it seemed that the demons, after conquering human cities, hadn't completely exterminated the human population. Instead, they killed those who resisted and sent the rest to the Land of Devils.