Shadowlands, Revendreth.
Countless demons had been turned into corpses, and Arch-deacon Denathrius alone fought Archimonde and the demon army.
As an Eternal One, his strength could not be underestimated, but faced with endless demons, Archimonde let out a mocking laugh. "Oh, you poor lord of death. How much longer can you hold on? Fel Energy is the strongest power in this world. Before Fel Energy, your Death Power can only end in destruction."
As he spoke, the terrifying great demon brought his hands together, and a gigantic Fel spell slowly took shape, aimed at delivering a fatal blow to Arch-deacon Denathrius.
"Haha—" Arch-deacon Denathrius, who had fallen into a disadvantage, did not panic. Instead, he burst into laughter. "You fools who only know how to use brute force will never understand what true power is. You think numbers and raw strength can conquer everything? Too naive. It's time to let you witness the power of strategy."
He swung a punch, forcing back several powerful Abyssal Lords, then raised a hand toward the Void. "Lothraxion, it's time. Bring your people in."
As his words fell, powerful holy light suddenly erupted among the demon army. The holy-light vessel "Xenedar" warped in, landing right in the middle of the demon army.
From the Void came the panicked voice of the holy-light Naaru Xe'ra. "Wh-what is going on? Why did Lothraxion warp the ship here? Could it be that you are a traitor?"
Xe'ra was no fool, and quickly understood. That holy-light Pit Lord was a spy who had infiltrated them. Now, obeying his master's orders, he had forcibly dragged the Holy Light Legion into the battlefield.
Many demons around the "Xenedar" were wiped out by the holy light, but even more demons instinctively lunged toward the holy-light vessel. Even Archimonde hesitated for an