Congealed and half-congealed magma had turned the entire expanse of dark-black land crimson. What had solidified was not only magma, but also dried blood, corpses not wholly reduced to ash by the searing heat, fragments of metal...
This revealed the ferocious battle that had taken place upon this land over the past several days.
The allied army's defensive line had been contracting step by step, having long since withdrawn from Blood Claw Territory.
The human world contained countless nations, and its disputes were far more frequent than those of the Demon Realm, so humans were no strangers to war. The Devil Race, whose average lifespan far exceeded that of humans and whose nature was more bellicose, had likewise never ceased waging war in the Demon Realm. That was true even for ordinary people. As for the strong, their power was proportional to their lifespan, and the eras of warfare they could experience stretched even further back.
Yet whether Devil Race or surface race, ordinary or strong, none had ever witnessed a war as brutal and tragic as the one before them.
There was no profit, no conquest, no occupation... only one purpose: destruction.
Though the allied army had contracted its defensive line, it had not fallen apart. It continued to fight the Abyss army with unwavering tenacity. The Devil Race in particular displayed formidable strength and abundant combat experience. Many targeted strategies and tactics could always wipe out vast numbers of Abyss monsters at minimal cost. But no matter how ingenious the tactics or how rich the experience, faced with an endless tide of monsters, they could not alter the course of the battle.
The ground before Star Radiance Fortress had been severely warped, enormous craters formed by destruction scattered everywhere, while the earth was covered in magma transformed from