Dawn rose in the sky, red clouds covered the sky, and densely packed people flew like locusts attacking crops. A black fog appeared in the sky, and the masked man lowered his head and looked around.

The ground was dry and the people coming and going were like workers going up the mountain to dig mines. Some were alone, and some were in groups of fifty or sixty.

Mask waved his right hand and looked towards the Seven-Layered Flame Mountain ten kilometers away. "It doesn't ...