Xina nodded heavily.
Richard didn't waste time and returned to Twilight City with Xina. Xina's armor had turned pure gold.
They went straight to the city wall and looked into the distance.
An exaggerated scene reflected in their pupils.
Countless corrupted fallen demons, alchemist demons, bewitching demons, and other demons in the Infernal Realm had formed a black tide. They surged over with unstoppable momentum.
The stench and rotten flesh and sulfur filled the air.
Twilight City faced a multitude of demons. They also counterattacked.
The stone statues of the dead, the king of the imperial troop, and even the evil dragon wings in the sky, the king of melee combat, used all their flying advantage to attack.
However, there were simply too many demons.
They were like grains of sand in a sandstorm, impossible to count.
