At the West Border of Divine Land, where ocean met continent, at the boundary of human territory and the foremost line of conflict between the Human-Demon races.
At this moment, tens of thousands of Border Guards stood ready in grim formation.
At the horizon lay a black mass of sea demons.
The ocean's vastness was far beyond that of the continent. No one knew just how many sea demons dwelled within it. Even though Demon Race civilization was incomplete and its inheritances had been utterly severed, making High-level Demons rare, the number of low-level demons still vastly exceeded the total human population.
With such a foundation in numbers, even hordes of low-level sea demons charging onto the continent could inflict tremendous casualties.
This had been the final command issued across Divine Land's oceans by the "Dragon King"—all sea demons were to attack the continent.
It was simply that the Demon Race's efficiency was truly abysmal. Only now had they managed to gather enough strength to fight.
They did not even know that the Dragon King was dead, and that the Holy Emperor was dead as well.
Facing the aggressively advancing Demon Race, every Border Guard stood on high alert, silently forming hand seals.
Yet the High-level Cultivators, particularly the Heavenly Sword Envoys at the Grandmaster realm, mostly wore relaxed expressions.
Because they knew that today's matter would not fall to them at all.
They were even restraining their subordinates, forbidding them from rushing out.
A little girl who looked about six years old turned into a streak of light and hovered before the demon horde.
"Whose child is that..." Someone cried out in shock. "Isn't she just causing trouble?"
"Idiot, have you ever seen a six-year-old use such a flight art?"
"Then who exactly is she...?"
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