The Material World's Suppression

The battle below was still raging.

Among the caravan, a dozen guards fought desperately, each pushing forward and putting every ounce of strength into the fight.

They worked together and pressed on. Though individually weaker than the Lizardman warriors, by joining forces they managed to hold the warriors back.

Of course, it was only temporary.

These warriors were merely ordinary people, their strength on par with common elite fighters. They were much stronger than ordinary folk, but still far weaker than Knight Apprentices who had received specialized training.

The Lizardman warriors before them, however, were each powerful fighters comparable to Knight Apprentices. Every one of them was formidable on their own.

The difference in strength between the two sides was simply too great.

Without some unexpected turn of events, the outcome below was already decided.

Wails rose from below, accompanied by flashes of blood.

The children's cries kept drifting up from below, making Arthur's Demon body stir instinctively and growing even more irritated.

His expression remained unchanged as he looked down and continued to watch.

The guards fighting together to protect those behind them, and the Lizardman warriors alike, possessed something demons did not.

Order and unity.

Compared with demons, these people were naturally more cohesive. They instinctively trusted one another, willing to turn their backs to each other and fight side by side.

Such unity and sense of order were traits the demon race lacked.

If you were comrades with a demon, you shouldn't trust them with your back. You should instead be wary of whether they might stab you in it.

Or flee when you charged into battle, leaving you to face the enemy alone.

Those were lessons written in blood.

After spending some time in the Abyss, Arthur had seen plenty of incidents like that.

Standing in