Johnnie looked around with curiosity. This place was vast and empty. Below his feet, red-hot magma slowly flowed, and no Fire Spirit appeared.
It seemed even the Fire Spirit couldn't withstand this terrifying temperature.
"Uh, someone?" Johnnie was surprised. Above the magma, on a raised stone platform, a figure in gray robes was sitting cross-legged, holding a bamboo pole and dipping it into the magma, as if he was fishing.
Fishing in magma? That must be a madman.
"Whoa, there's an adventurer here?" A surprised voice came from the man. The gray-robed man turned his head and looked at Johnnie with curiosity.
"Demon race!"
Johnnie shouted in surprise, taking a step back. He had just seen the man's face. Under his gray robe, there were dark red scales, his eyes were dark purple, and his hands and feet were demon claws.
The Demon race had once been a powerful race that invaded Earth. The damage they caused was even greater than that of the Undead and Demonic Creatures.
