“Foreman, sir, here’s the work roster. It contains the names of all the disciples who work here in the mines. Of course, they’re all novice disciples. Incidentally, congratulations on your promotion, Elder Brother.”

Yang Qi’s mansion grotto was essentially a cave, and in front of it was a vast platform of about six hundred acres. At the opposite end of the platform from the grotto, there was a towering cliff so steep that anyone who fell off of it would be smashed to bits at the bottom. At the same time, it provided amazing views of the scenery, including the entire exterior of the mine. The mountains were vast, making it impossible to determine how many demonlings lurked about, or what other secrets might be hidden there. Yang Qi opened his Lord's Eye, and immediately caught hints of the aura of demonlings.

These mountains were clearly dangerous; there were demonlings here that were on the same level as gods.

Demon-gods.

As could be expected, in the god world, Demonfolk and humans were always fighting each other. And because of the horrible climate in the god world, the demons were particularly powerful. A good example were the fish that nearly injured Yang Qi...