In the Primeval Demonic Realm's western battlefield, demonic clouds pressed down upon the land. Garuda descended upon the world, and his kingly might shook the heavens.
Above the battlefield, wild winds swept through as dust and sand filled the sky. The third-ranked peerless expert among the Eight Legions had appeared, drawing every gaze toward him.
Within the dark clouds at the horizon, the Dragon Legion let out a long roar in answer to the newcomer.
"Dragon, it has been a long time. Have you been well?"
Garuda stood in the air, looking at the winged Giant Dragon within the clouds before him as he spoke calmly.
"Garuda, congratulations on regaining your freedom."
The Dragon Legion replied.
"There is no need for congratulations. That Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor released me only because he wanted me to do his work. Has the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan truly fallen so far that it cannot even handle a few shrimp soldiers and crab generals?" Garuda swept his gaze over the Sacred Domain army in the distance and sneered mockingly.
"Do not underestimate them."
From within the dark clouds, the Dragon Legion spoke in a grave tone. "The Golden Lion Clan's strength has advanced by leaps and bounds. Their experts are as numerous as clouds. They will not be so easily dealt with."
"Is that so?"
Garuda replied indifferently, then stepped forward, walking toward the front one step at a time.
Behind him, before the Heavenly Demon army, Xuan Zhen watched Garuda's back, his expression tightening slightly.
Garuda—the variable among the Eight Legions. He had not expected the two Demonic Emperors to release him.
Across from them, before the Sacred Domain army, the six Sacred Domain Palace Lords clad in golden battle armor watched the approaching figure, solemnity flashing through all their eyes.
"Garuda ranks