Ibro didn't look for demons near this city, neither in his territory at all. He headed straight to the south. He felt if his enemy was preparing, then it should start from his south.
Ibro took nearly two hours flying until he reached the outer borders of his territory. Throughout this small journey, he met many demons that he killed without showing any mercy.
Once he crossed the borders, he managed to spot huge gatherings of demons everywhere via his divine sense.
'I will start to stockpile the demons inside the pocket space, how can I do it?'
'I will do this task for you.'
'For PSR orbs, right?'
'…'
Ibro didn't bother with this greedy system as he started to fly rapidly deeper into the enemy territory. The numbers of demons kept rising the more he delved deeper to the south.
