Time ticked away second by second.
Miles away, attracted by the battle, demons gradually arrived at a ruin.
The once immense city had been leveled to the ground.
The surrounding towering mountains, the rivers that surged across the land, all had vanished, leaving only rubble and water puddles to speak of their former existence.
The group of demons looked on with shock at the scene before them.
Gruesome, ruined, hopeless—though the battle was over, they still felt its presence.
The younger generation, who had never experienced bloody combat, were feeling the madness of racial conquest for the first time.
"It's the human, Qingcang, I heard the roars of our lord," said a fat gray rabbit standing atop a pile of stones, slowly opening its mouth, its ruby-like eyes filled with sorrow.
One feels sorrow for their own kind!
In hundreds of years, the diverse demon tribe had been unified by the two Demon Emperors into a true clan.
