The desert, once a silent witness to the ebb and flow of battle, now trembled under the shadow of a colossal demon. It stood like a pillar between heaven and earth, its form so vast that the warriors beneath it were rendered insignificant, mere ants in the face of a behemoth. The demon's face, obscured by swirling clouds of mystery, remained unseen, but its immense body was a stark testament to its power.
Kai and Ye Lin, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread, found themselves robbed of breath, their bodies rigid with fear. Kai's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing his thoughts of impending doom. Even the seasoned warriors Jiang Chen, Jiang Tai, and Li Mu were ensnared in the grip of terror, their usual composure shattered by the presence of the demon king.
