Around Tegel Airport on the northwestern outskirts of Berlin, Germany, over a million Demon Spirit Race warriors were casting defensive spells within a formation. Just like in France, the Demon Spirit Race's first priority was to restore their people's bodies.
"Damn Luo Feng, he actually deceived us. Humanity still has such powerful resistance. We have to hold on," said Ott, chieftain of the Demon Spirit Race, as he stood at the edge of the Nine-Colored Defense Barrier and warily watched the Germans across from them.
Grand Elder Sistania stood respectfully at his side. "I've investigated during this time. This is about the extent of humanity's strength. The neighboring Dark Demon Race is also maintaining a defensive formation, and the humans attacking them can't break their shield either. As long as we hold out for a few months, wiping out humanity will be just around the corner."
Ott frowned. "We need to recover as quickly as possible. If we can, we should also eliminate the Dark Demon Race. Only our Demon Spirit Race can monopolize this region."
A savage expression appeared on Sistania's face. "Monopolize this world? I believe we can do it."
Ott's face also twisted into a cruel grin. Just as the two were fantasizing about the future, a Demon Spirit Race warrior ran over in panic. "A group of enemies of unknown strength has appeared behind us. They're rapidly closing in."
"What do you mean, unknown strength?" Sistania asked with a frown. Besides their defensive formation, they also had an offensive formation at the lower god level. Ordinary enemies could not even approach within a thousand meters.
The subordinate said anxiously, "Black-and-red fog. The enemy released a huge amount of black-and-red fog. Anyone from our side who comes into contact with it falls into a berserk state."
"Illusion