The Fire Demon Holy Army was savage. Any demon among its ranks was terrifying beyond measure, endowed with ferocious might.
The Human Race was frail, its foundations thin. With equal numbers and cultivation realms, it would almost invariably be crushed by the Demon Race.
All the more so this time, when the Fire Demon Saint Race had sent out all its elites, fielding an army of a million.
The Azure Dragon Domain harbored spirit corpses, and God-Demon Aura rose within it, nourishing demon spirits.
The sinister corpse aura was violent and impure, suited to demons but harmful to humans.
Though demon fortunes had flourished over the past ten thousand years while humanity had waned, leaving the Human Race at a disadvantage in every domain, the air of despair among the humans of the Azure Dragon lands was especially heavy. The greater tide was turning toward ruin, and facing the demon armies, their hearts and guts trembled.
"But the Ancient God Champion declared that it was all true, that the urgency was like a hundred thousand fires, and that we must hurry there at once!" A square-faced middle-aged man clad in crimson divine armor frowned.
"The Myriad Dynasties' Evil Cultivator harbors malicious intentions. How can his words deserve our trust?"
"You cannot put it that way. Two days ago, Xiao Chen, a cultivator of Great Xia, charged alone into the Demon Tide with a single sword. He turned back the raging tide, slew thousands of enemies, and rendered an unparalleled service to our Azure Dragon Domain!" one of the mighty figures countered.
The Ancient Hall fell silent. A falling pin could have been heard.
The mighty figures who were unwilling to leave the city and wished to rely on its formations for defense wore faces as still as deep water. They