Abyss Plane and Three Realms Vision
Late at night, Iron Wall City was shrouded in absolute silence.
Normally, as the largest military stronghold at the border between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Sun Moon Empire, the night guard at a border fortress should have been as tight as an iron bucket, with sentries rotating and patrols constant.
However, three years of peace had long since made the garrison of this fortress slack to the bone.
On the city wall, the sentry on night duty hugged his long spear and dozed against a crenel, drool streaming down the corner of his mouth and soaking the front of his tunic.
The soul masters inside the watchtower had simply set up a table of food and wine, drinking to a heavy stupor and snoring like thunder. Across the entire Iron Wall City, save for a few soul-guidance lamps swaying in the night wind, there was not the slightest sign of alertness.
No one noticed that deep underground beneath the fortress, a Space Rift was silently expanding.
That rift was initially only the size of a needle tip, as slender as a single strand of hair.
Yet as time passed, the spatial barrier at the edge of the rift peeled away layer by layer like corroded skin, and dark red light seeped from the depths of the rift, baking the surrounding rock until it turned red and soft.
On the other side of the rift, countless pairs of dark green eyes flickered in the darkness.
A Great Demon with a build exceeding fifteen meters stood at the very front of the rift.
Its entire body was covered in dark red scale armor, a pair of curved black horns on its head almost touching the top of the rift, and the huge demonic wings