Creating a Demiplane and Earthwalking

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In the cemetery.

Argus, the diligent Shield of the Wondrous Mountain, was inspecting the arsonists 'work meticulously.

He paced back and forth.

The footsteps were heavy.

It gave off an extremely dignified feeling.

The shield that was inseparable from him was now hanging on his forearm with one hand.

The light in the cemetery was rather dim.

However, the silver-white shield was still reflecting an enviable radiance.

Argus only took a few steps.

He would subconsciously touch the shield hanging on his forearm.

This was a habit he had developed over the years.

Ever since the name of the Shield of Wondrous Mountain spread in the negative energy plane, Argus had become one with the shield, and no one could separate them.

At that moment, an evil whisper rang out in the darkness,

"Lend it to me!"

In the next second.

Argus still habitually stroked the shield on his right arm.