Just as the cheers of victory began to resonate through the battlefield, Krogg's senses heightened, and he felt an ominous presence looming behind him. It was a feeling of impending danger, one he had learned to trust throughout his years of battles in this cultivation world.
Before he could react, a voice filled with disdain and malice echoed in his ears, cutting through the jubilation like a blade. "Fucking trash."
In the blink of an eye, Krogg's world turned upside down. His vision spun, and a searing pain slashed across the back of his head. He staggered, disoriented and caught completely off guard. Blood trickled down his face as he tried to regain his bearings.
As his vision cleared, Krogg found himself face to face with a demon, one whose power and malevolence surpassed even that of Varkus. It was Zelroth, the strongest of the demon attackers, and he regarded Krogg with cold, pitiless eyes.
