The Fierce Battle, Part Two

Attacking uphill was difficult, but attacking downhill was ridiculously easy.

Before the demons could react, human soldiers charged down the mountain like a whirlwind.

Multicolored light flashed across their sharp weapons. The Six-armed Snake Demon at the front didn't even have time to scream before he was cleaved in half.

The lesser demons following behind him fared even worse. There was hardly any need to use weapons on them; a couple of kicks sent them tumbling down the slope in groups, breaking bones and leaving them bloodied.

The demon squad, which had only wanted to scout the situation, was completely wiped out by the human soldiers as easily as vegetables under a cleaver. The whole thing took less than five minutes.

But those five minutes were enough for the demons to realize what was happening—the human army had arrived!

Demons were savage and brutal, and as long as they had the numbers, they never lacked the courage to attack.

So when they saw only a few dozen people charging down the mountain, countless demons poured out of the caves where they dwelled, ready to slaughter these humans who had "strayed" into their territory and savor their fresh blood.

Demons could survive for a long time by absorbing dark energy, but they would never turn down a delicious meal of meat.

But this time, they had clearly chosen the wrong opponents.

Just as they charged forward in eager anticipation, ready to tear the humans to pieces, more human warriors appeared on the mountaintop.

Then human warriors kept appearing before their eyes, like a spring suddenly bubbling up from the summit.

The demons realized things were going badly and tried to retreat, but it was already too late.

Sharp arrows pierced their bodies with ease, brilliant spells felled them in droves, and