Outside the Demon Tower.
The Demon Clan masters from the various regions, including Feng Baiqing, Thunder and Ao Guangzhi were gathered.
Ao Guangzhi's long body coiled around the tower as he spoke. "The Demon Tower used to be an icon of the Demon Clan, but now it's locked in place here by the legendary masters of the Human Race. If we have the chance, we must seize it back."
Thunder stared at the Demon Smelt Tower but his gaze wasn't focused. "The great war that year caused the Demon Clan to suffer great losses, but so did the Humans. The great Demons, joined by countless demons and orcs, have been suppressing the Humans for so many years. They should have already vented their anger from the war."
"It's such a pity that we can't get the Demon Tower back."
Pity!
That is the greatest regret of the Demon Clan.
"The only way we can seize it back is if we reach the top of the tower."
Reaching the top?
Was that even possible?
