Deep within the continent, a group of great demons were chatting.
"The fifty million demons have finally finished assembling. They're charging toward those humans now." One great demon sensed the situation in the distance, but it was simply too far away; it could only perceive a tiny bit.
"How long do you think those humans can hold out?"
A great demon asked.
"Ridiculous. With fifty million demons crushing down on them, those humans will be reduced to dust at once. Hold out for how long?! They probably won't even last three minutes before being trampled to death." A demon sneered.
It was deeply disdainful of the humans' strength, considering it utterly not worth mentioning.
"You can't put it that way. Those humans do have some capable people among them, and they might have a few trump cards up their sleeves. I think they can hold on for ten minutes without dying. After all, even ants can erupt with astonishing strength when they're at death's door."
Another demon shook its head. It felt the matter might not be so simple. That human named Xia Ping did not seem like someone who would be so easily killed by the demons.
"Ants are ants. Even if they erupt, how much strength can they possibly unleash? Are they going to fly into the sky?"
"Exactly. We only need to sit here and watch the show. Those humans will soon be wiped out, every last one of them."
"Just wait. Good news will arrive soon enough."
"Hmph. If I weren't unable to act, I would have wiped out these humans long ago."
The many great demons were exceedingly casual in their attitude. They believed the humans' deaths were only a matter of time; at most, they would be exterminated clean within ten minutes. The gap