The soldiers bristled at the demon's words, their bodies trembling with a mix of rage and adrenaline. Their grip on their weapons tightened, knuckles turning white, as their determination to protect their homeland burned even brighter.
General Qin Mo's voice, laden with quiet resolve, pierced through the tension. "Your arrogance blinds you, demon. We may be outnumbered, but we fight with a purpose you will never comprehend. Your taunts only fuel our determination to vanquish you."
The soldiers, their expressions a tapestry of defiance and unwavering loyalty, stood tall beside their leader. Their eyes locked onto the approaching demons, their bodies poised to strike.
In this moment, the air crackled with an intensity that surpassed the mere clash of swords and the cries of battle. It was a clash of wills, a battle between the relentless determination of humanity and the arrogance of those who sought to extinguish it.
