Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several corpses of demons exploded almost at the same time, and they were scattered!
"Necromancer's Corpse Explosion?!" The Demon General recognized the Spell, but there was nothing he could do.
They had hoped to enter the Rift and spread terror, but now they fought for their very survival against the Shadow Immortal's wrath.
Thud!
Vale, the Shadow Immortal, stood surrounded by the remnants of demonic creatures he had decimated with his black runic sword.
The air was filled with the scent of brimstone and the growl of the remaining Demons waiting for an opportunity to strike.
From the ranks of the demonic army, two imposing figures emerged, their presence commanding even amidst the chaos.
"We'll take care of that Immortal… Sending more of our underlings will just be a waste." They were the Demon Generals—Gorath, the Iron Reaver, and Zarvok, the Soulflayer.
