To ensure that the eighty-one Magic Towers could operate smoothly, Ang had made arrangements long in advance.
Rather than station guards directly at the Abyssal Prison Passage on the Sola Plane, he hid every unit far away.
The move seemed risky, but it was precisely meant to lure the snakes from their holes.
Sure enough, once the demons noticed that the Abyssal Prison Passage was unguarded, they began with small probing groups before swarming in.
In just one month, nearly a hundred thousand Tier 1 demons had poured into the Sola Plane.
Those low-ranking demons were like jackals that had caught the scent of blood.
They spread recklessly across the land, howling at one another like a black plague as they flooded the valleys and plains near the passage.
Dana stood on a distant hillside, his eyes gleaming as he watched the scene. Several traces of irrepressible excitement appeared on his rugged face.
He licked his lips as though he could smell the coming harvest, then could not help whispering to Ang, "We're in for a huge harvest this time."
Ang remained calm, his fingers lightly tapping the air as his mind maintained a subtle resonance with the Magic Towers.
His deep gaze rested upon the Abyssal Prison Passage, but his voice was exceptionally composed. "The passage is very stable now. Tier 3 Foul Spirits will definitely appear. Wait a little longer."
Upon hearing this, everyone suppressed their restlessness.
Whether it was the Flame Swordsman Regiment, the Enchanted Armament Knights, the Nightmare Knights, or the Archer Group, every warrior silently sharpened their weapons.
The seven-day wait was agonizingly long.
At last, thick black fog churned and surged within the Abyssal Prison Passage as two massive Tier 3 Foul Spirits stepped out.
Their bodies stood nearly several zhang tall, covered in