From the beginning of the new era, the entire continent was only concerned about one thing.
It was not the exiled Pope, not the closed-up Holy Maiden Peak, not Wang Po's return to Scholartree Manor.
This matter was far more critical than all the other matters added up together.
It was the invasion of the demons.
In the autumn of last year, the Demon Lord died, Nanke fled, the new lord took the throne, the demons fell into internal turmoil, and Xuelao City was soaked in blood. The weather was abnormally cold—winter had come early. The combined efforts of the wind and snow had resulted in an unusually poor harvest. Many of the smaller demon tribes had been forced to venture far away from Xuelao City, and the wolf cavalry so prized by the Demon Palace numbered only a third of their former numbers.
Anyone could see that this was the Demon race's weakest moment, and very few people could imagine that it was this moment the demons would choose to begin their invasion on a large scale.
