Under the night sky, the sea of forest remained oppressively dark, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
Mephini moved closer to Ang, her tone cautious. "My lord, these Demons... will they keep attacking?"
Ang withdrew his gaze and replied in a low voice, "They will definitely attack. But they won't be in a hurry to act. They'll most likely wait until they've gathered more Demons."
As he spoke, his eyes fell once more on the tall figure in the distance.
It was a Tier 3 Foul Spirit, its body covered in black armor resembling scorched rock, scarlet flames flickering faintly in its eyes.
It stood silently at the edge of Ebony Forest like a frozen statue, but Ang knew that those eyes had never once left their side.
This Tier 3 Foul Spirit is different from the ones we fought before. It looks smaller, but its aura is far more condensed.
Ang did not know its name, its origins, or that it was Tutesuk, the ruler of Demon Tute City.
But he had a feeling—this thing was far more dangerous than the Tier 3 Foul Spirits he had encountered before.
Ang took a deep breath and snorted inwardly. Fine, it doesn't matter who you are. Even if a Tier 4 Foul Spirit came now, I could still find a way to hold it off.
He turned to Mephini and ordered, "Stay on the walls. If any Demons try to break in, show no mercy. Kill them directly."
"Yes, my lord." Mephini's expression turned solemn as she bowed to accept the order.
After that, Ang threw himself into new work.
Although the four massive walls had already been erected, they were still only shells, lacking a true defensive core.
At nine key positions, Ang established Magic Towers—one at each of the four