The Far West, Sacred Garden.
Once a tranquil and beautiful paradise, it was now a complete mess.
The clear rivers had become muddy, and the lush greenery was withering and decaying. Magic wolves, magical pigs, poison dragons, hydras, chimera composites, sphinxes, and other demon species nurtured by the blood of Typhon roared as they patrolled the mountains and forests.
One by one, the dark and burly giant spirits stepped over the exquisitely carved stone steps, trampling the withered roadside flowers and plants into the mud. After turning several corners, they arrived at the entrance of a secret place shimmering with an earthy-yellow light pattern.
A brawny man leading the group, bare-chested, raised his arm and slapped the light-formed barrier. A crimson divine emblem immediately lit up, and the door in front of him rippled like water, opening to a host of ferocious species.