At this moment,
There was a little more than an hour left before the outbreak of the Shadow Demon Curse. Still, every demon within the poison ring had entered a state of indescribable frenzy. Their bodies, their consciousnesses, were slowly twisting and mutating. An ominously powerful, mysterious, and terrifying force was about to descend and bestow its gift upon them.
They were willing to sacrifice everything for it.
For instance, this demon stronghold was once a human outpost. It had been established for tens of thousands of years, endured countless battles, destroyed numerous times, rebuilt again and again. Countless bones were buried under it, countless lost souls floating around it.
It should have continued in such a way, but the invasion of the demons devastated the homeland, fortifications, and outposts of the human race. The civilians fled in panic, leaving behind only a broken Guan City.
Then, it was occupied by a group of demons.
