The low growls of demons, the clashes of battle, the cries of pain after being wounded, all these sounds intertwined.
Beca the main the on the battlefield.
Without experiencing the battlefield, it’s hard to understand the terrifying pressure of being surrounded by endless demons.
But relying on the turrets erected by the 40 Ancient Tree Guardians, the army firmly safeguarded the Abyssal Demon Iron Ore vein behind them.
And as one of the main forces, the Deserted Tomb Guards, after leveling up to 10, beca even more ferocious.
Coupled with their trait of continuously reviving, they had no fear of sacrifice... and the undead have no emotions of fear.
They bore the greatest pressure.
The Cold-blooded Cavalry could rotate, but these bodiless phantoms were always on the front line.
They needed no rest, no food, just relentless combat.
Lear finally realized the might of the undead troops.
No wonder the undead are called the plague.
Once such a troop grows in numbers, it becos everyone’s nightmare.
As the number of Slaughter Demons increased, the inscriptions on their scythes began to light up one by one.
This granted them even more lethal power.
The benefit was that the front line beca more stable, and the number of sacrifices decreased.
Ti slowly passed.
Lear’s focus beca more intense, his vigilance reaching its peak.
In the end, he recalled the Flesh Butcher and the Two-headed Ogre Chieftain to his side.
When the ti passed from midnight to 3 a.m.,
the army of Fallen Demons ahead suddenly began to howl in succession.
One could hear fear in their voices...
Lear looked in the direction the sound ca from.
At the end of his sight, in the gray sky,
a black dot was rapidly approaching.
In the span of a dozen breaths, it grew from the size of a grain of rice to a fist.
Then it approached to a distance of 300 ters in front of the Ancient Tree Guardians, hovering in midair.
It was an extrely fierce dark being.
It had a pair of dark red flesh wings, creating gusts of wind as they flapped.
A head with curved horns, three razor-sharp fingers, even heavy armor seed as fragile as cicada wings before them.
A pair of faintly blood-stained sulfurous eyes, filled with unabashed madness and brutality.
As if ready to devour at any mont.
Its gray-brown skin was full of wrinkles, covered in countless tiny barbs, its natural bone armor.
Standing at 3.5 ters tall, its presence was like a natural black sun, casting down from the air.
Incredibly striking.
Whoosh~
Every flap of its wings caused a faint black energy to drift around it.
Making it seem extraordinarily fierce and terrifying.
A Great Demon, hero unit, Level 15, Potential: 4 Stars, Talent: Instant Movent, able to briefly jump through space, appearing at any location within 50 ters.
Hero Talent: ???
???
Lear saw its attributes, his gaze slightly narrowed.
The Level 15 Great Demon... has finally appeared!
Its attributes were mostly question marks, with only one racial talent showing detailed attributes.
But the level said it all!
Level 15, Upper Position Knight, in a great city like Lorand City, could directly command a legion of ten thousand.
It was absolutely high-tier combat power.
And it was a hero unit!
But at this mont, Lear wasn’t overly worried, his gaze remained calm.
With a thought,
deep within the Land of Crimson Rot, there was a churn.
In an instant, a huge chanical broken finger-like object erged at the edge of the Desolate Tomb.
The Great Demon suddenly seed to sense sothing, flapping its wings as it approached.
Its eyes were fixed on the Land of Crimson Rot, flying to a distance over a hundred ters away.
Its eyes were full of delight.
"The power of the Abyss Duke? There’s actually a remnant of such an existence’s power here!!"
The tone was filled with surprise and endless greed.
After sensing it with closed eyes for a mont, it reopened its eyes, completely excited.
It hadn’t sensed wrongly; it was indeed the power of the Abyss Duke, and it was so surging and torrential.
The will of the Abyss Duke was long gone from it!!
This is the Abyss blessing it!!
This demon hero grew excited.
Abyss Dukes are the rulers within the Bottomless Abyss.
So powerful Abyss Dukes even rule over more than ten Abyss Planes.
Each possesses supre power.
Now, there was actually a portion of this power present before it, and it was so... within reach!!
Its inner desires were ignited at this mont.
If it could control this portion of power, it had a great probability of reaching a higher tier, ascending to beco an Ancient Demon.
Even the possibility of becoming an Abyss Duke in the future wasn’t absent.
But just at this mont, it slowly gazed towards the central area, at the outstanding and charismatic Lear.
This human was the master of this army?!
There was so scorn in its eyes; a lowly creature not even Level 10?!
Its gaze swept past him, finally resting on the Flesh Butcher and Two-headed Ogre Chieftain.
Coldness arose in its eyes.
These were indeed the opponent’s greatest reliance?
Crawlers remained crawlers, even with the power of an Abyss Duke, they had no way to control it, right?
But to devour that power, it required a sufficiently quiet environnt... first, it needed to clear away these obstructions.
In absolute confidence, the Great Demon directly ignored the swarm of Crimson Wasps in the sky.
It flew above the Land of Crimson Rot, surging with power that burst out instantly, twisting the surrounding space.
Its body directly vanished from the original spot, flickering and appearing, descending tens of ters in an instant.
Just about to strike down.
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