"Dio, there's no time to waste."
The cold, stern voice came from a tall, thin man draped in a desert cloak. He was Desert Wind, Marshal Jalide.
At that moment, Marshal Jalide looked toward Zatuk City with some concern and said in a deep voice, "Right now, Zatuk City has lost me, as well as Hasam and the other two city-defense generals. Its strength has been weakened to a certain degree. If the Demon Lord attacks the city wall in person at any cost, leading the elite demons among his trusted forces under command, then even with the restrictions of the Ancient Array, the result will be hard to predict!"
Bai Pu said calmly, "Don't worry, Marshal Jalide. The prerequisite for the Demon Lord to attack at any cost is that he knows you and your three capable subordinates have all left the city... and we obviously won't give him that chance! Our intelligence work was done ahead of his!"
Marshal Jalide put his cloak back on, covering his face.
Behind him, three native generals dressed in the same desert-style clothing, each with a powerful aura, likewise covered their entire bodies with hoods and cloaks, wrapping themselves up so tightly that even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them.
Bai Pu waved a hand. "Move out! Scarlet Fortress!"
Scarlet Fortress stood on a wasteland.
Tall white-bone watchtowers pierced the sky like the fangs of some giant beast.
The main body of the fortress was dark red, and demon runes like blood vessels crawled all over the obsidian outer walls. On the battlements, human adventurers' skulls hung one after another.
In the skulls' eyes, undying demonfire burned. These were the souls of human adventurers, permanently bound inside the remains of their own skulls, enduring the tempering of demonfire.
—This was the