In a remote, desolate swamp, under the dark, oppressive sky, stood a Demon Race with massive fleshy wings pacing back and forth, roaring.
Blood Red Demon General Lv45
Life Value: 1200000/1200000
At this moment, around the Blood Red Demon General, as far as the eye could see, there were clusters of waist-high weeds, appearing desolate.
Because it had just rained, everything around was damp, unusually humid.
Not far away, in a patch of weeds, a small team was crouching cautiously, observing the situation here:
A small Mage suddenly asked a Cyclops Race warrior named 'Wang Hu' in front of him:
"Hu Bro, that guy must be the points monster the system mentioned, right?"
A fellow Archer couldn't help but chuckle:
"Isn't that obvious?"
The small Mage named 'Duoduo' didn't mind the laughter from his companion but, feeling the silence around, curiously asked:
"It seems like we are the first to arrive."
"But this Demon Race is actually level 45, can we handle it?"
