The Invaders Came; So Can We-Turning the Tables on Tang San

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

At Alba's tempting proclamation, the Demon Legion, more than thirty thousand strong, threw back their heads and roared. Dense darkness blotted out the sky, and under the shadow of that vast, terrifying army, the land turned purple-black.

But just as their morale reached its peak—

"Alba! Shut up!"

A sharp voice rang out, cutting everything short so abruptly that the entire mountain range fell silent.

The demons looked at one another.

Who was that!? Who had the nerve!?

Exactly! He dared tell Lord Alba to shut up?!

Alba's temper flared at the public slight.

He turned toward the voice, ready to strike when he saw that it came from a mere human who was not even there to receive them. Then he sensed the demonic aura coming from this "human."

Once Alba realized whose soul inhabited the man, he let out a contemptuous sneer.

"Heh. I wondered who it was. So it was you."

Similar scenes unfolded in four other parts of the Dou Ling Empire, though no one knew about them.

Meanwhile, in an unknown Nine-Colored Space...

A burly figure floated within it, his entire body wrapped in Nine-Colored Chains. Light flowed along the chains, as though an endless stream of energy and laws were pouring into him. As for their source...

A great Nine-Colored Orb suddenly shuddered, almost like a child stirring in the womb. The movement woke the sleeping man at once.

"You still won't give up? You've already lost your chance."

His voice rang with certainty. As he spoke, the Nine-Colored Chains binding them both blazed with light and rapidly spread toward the orb to suppress it.

But the Nine-Colored Orb—or rather, the Plane Spirit—shuddered again against the suppressing force. The instinctive reaction was as slight as a twitch of someone's right eyelid,