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One day, a month later, countless demons gathered once more. Powerful demon lords, lowly ordinary demons, and rulers from every region had all converged on this place.
The sky and ground alike were packed with demons as far as the eye could see.
They came in every bizarre shape imaginable. Some had never even appeared in public before.
Wraiths and all manner of other monsters were too numerous to count.
Near the inner ranks stood a demonic creature like a puddle of muddy water. It gave off a terrible stench, and clumps of muck kept dripping from its body.
This demon had never appeared here before, but his strength was beyond doubt. His position said it all: he stood close to the center, only a step behind the King-Level demons.
Even now, countless demons were still arriving at the outskirts. After so much slaughter, there were still this many of them. The sheer size of the demon population was staggering.
They were as numerous as grains of sand in the Milky Way.
And this was only the number in this small stretch of land.
Rustle, rustle~
A stir ran through the demon horde. They parted on their own, opening a broad path for a figure leading several demons behind him.
His powerful aura swept across the crowd. Wherever he passed, every demon lowered its head.
Archmond looked toward the Portal, which had almost turned blood-red. Only a tiny point at its center remained faintly white. Small as it was,