A small Abyssal Demon encampment slowly came into view in front of Li Yun and the other captives. Compared with the heavily fortified strongholds of the human armies, this camp looked crude to the point of being primitive.
It had no towering stone walls, no powerful defensive formations around its perimeter, and not even a proper gate. Its outer boundary was nothing more than a line of thick wooden stakes driven into the ground and lashed together into a rough fence. Inside the enclosure, about a hundred tents stood scattered without any order.
Abyssal Demon cultivators were everywhere. Some sat outside the tents drinking, others lay lazily on the ground, and a few gathered in groups, talking loudly and bursting into laughter now and then.
There was no trace of discipline anywhere. It was obvious that these demons believed they were deep enough inside their own territory that they had no need to stay on guard.
