Accompanied by a slight distortion of space, a figure shrouded entirely in black robes silently appeared, holding in his right hand a magic staff about seventy to eighty centimeters long, entirely black, engraved with exquisite patterns.
At the top of the staff is embedded a fist-sized, gray-white crystal stone with a rough surface.
That is the demon core of an Emperor level demon beast, valued at over ten billion.
Although the figure's appearance was obscured by the hood, his slightly exposed facial features indicated he was male.
An ordinary-looking young man.
"Really unlucky, this time it's once again the Magma Territory, out of ten traversals, eight times have been to this damned place."
The figure floated mid-air, looking down at the earth, muttering to himself.
Below him was a land composed of blood-red and black.
Even separated by a height of fifty or sixty meters, he could still feel the scorching heat below.
