Space traversal, especially when executed by supreme experts like the Peacock King who masterfully wields the Space Dao Principles, is naturally incredibly swift.
In merely less than an hour, a group of three travels from the Hundred Battle Mountain Range at the boundary of the three tribes back to the Demon Race region.
And this is the heartland of the Demon Race, not an ordinary place, situated at least millions of miles away from the Hundred Battle Mountain Range.
Visible to the naked eye, this is not a barren wilderness; it holds a rich abundance of nature's spiritual energy, with spirit veins embedded deep within the earth, distant immortal mountains standing alongside countless divine islands floating, with silver waterfalls cascading, everything appearing dreamlike and illusory.
