In the distance, an invisible pressure slowly crushed its way closer.
Within the enormous devil city, the once-noisy streets gradually fell silent.
Many devils, mercenaries, and other creatures from other worlds were like ducks with their throats clutched shut.
A black curtain was drawing near through the distant sky.
A devil narrowed his eyes and looked over, asking doubtfully, "What is that in the distance?"
A mercenary spellcaster cast a spell to look, and the next instant, his face turned pale. "They're here, they're here!"
"Those are all demons!"
Through the spellcaster's eyes, that black curtain in the distance was composed entirely of demons.
The flying demons were layered upon layer, nearly cramming the distant sky completely full.
Countless demons beat their wings.
Through sorcery, one could even see their blood-red eyes, brimming with savagery.
Many demons wore savage expressions, their gazes upon this devil city filled with a thirst for slaughter.
"Ooooooh!!"
A massive horn sounded within the city.
Its call was vast and desolate, tightening the hearts of every devil and mercenary.
Large numbers of devil commanders arranged for devils and mercenaries to take to the city walls, preparing to defend the city.
The demon army continued to close in, nearer and nearer.
Within the demon army.
Under Charles's control, his army had recently been moving slower and slower.
He was different from the other demons. He possessed clear awareness.
As long as he did not die in this battle, he would be the victor and would be able to earn more power.
The early stages of the battle to attack the devil city were bound to be incomparably brutal. Charging at the front now meant he definitely would not last until the end.
Even if he did last until the end, there likely would not be