Demon Race Allied Forces—Frontline Position...
Black clouds pressed down upon the sky, demon aura surging to the heavens.
Reefs floating upon the sea had been turned into battle platforms, where countless Demon Race cultivators stood in formation, the cold gleam of their scales and armor biting, demon troops' banners snapping in the wind.
A grim, oppressive atmosphere shrouded heaven and earth.
The stifling pressure of an imminent great war weighed heavily upon every inch of airspace.
At the summit of the stone hall serving as headquarters for this front, an enormous throne of deep-black demon crystal stood in solemn grandeur!
The Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's Grand Elder sat upon it.
His body was broad and aged, ancient demon aura as heavy as the sea coiling around him.
His silver hair fell to his shoulders, and his deeply lined face was filled with grave solemnity.
Endless majesty lay concealed within his deep vertical pupils. Tempered by countless ancient wars, his presence was steady yet awe-inspiring.
At this moment, he held a translucent, lustrous Jade Talisman aloft in his palm, faint clear light slowly flowing between its inscriptions.
Yet within that pearly white radiance, several faint strands of dark-red blood seemed to coil, bizarre and sinister.
As the Jade Talisman's information continuously streamed into his mind, the Grand Elder's brows drew tightly together, the furrows between them deepening.
Even the demon power that had been stable around him began to ripple with slight disorder.
That was right.
This Jade Talisman was a precious frontline communication treasure, carrying all intelligence regarding the battlefield.
And the aura conveyed at this moment...
Made even this Demon Race powerhouse, who had lived through endless years and witnessed every storm under heaven, feel unprecedented wariness and doubt rise within his heart.
After a short while, He