The Turtle Inkstone glared fiercely at Fang Yun, feeling a sense of anger at being tricked, but as soon as the Ink Woman gently stepped on it with her small foot, it immediately behaved, turning its head away in a huff, refusing to look at Fang Yun.

On this layer of leaf-covered land, there were no demon barbarians, which made Fang Yun secretly breathe a sigh of relief. He dreaded the thought of suddenly appearing amidst a group of demon marquises, knowing that even if he had three heads and six arms, he would be beaten to death by them.

No matter how many demon soldiers, generals, or commanders there were, their power levels were ultimately limited. However, demon marquises were different. They were often the leaders of a demon barbarian tribe, and the equivalent of a demon marquis in the human race would typically be a state official, illustrating the significant difference in power at this level.

The enormous leaves here overlapped layer upon layer, making both the demon barbarians and the human race seem as insignificant as ants on a leaf.