The Demon Calamity seemed endless.
Undead Skeletons walked across the land like a surging tide.
Skeleton Knights rode along both flanks.
Among the countless skeletons were several towering frames that resembled giant beasts.
Wherever the Demon Calamity passed,
the soil gradually eroded, taking on traces of an eerie black hue.
Every crop and plant slowly withered at that moment, until they crumbled and vanished.
Ahead of the Demon Calamity,
battle standards fluttered.
An army of over ten thousand stood in formation, thick with a murderous air.
As they watched the advancing Undead Skeletons, many soldiers looked uneasy.
But surrounded by their comrades, much of their anxiety faded.
At the front of the formation stood the army's commander.
"Do not panic! We do not fear the living, so why should we fear a pack of resurrected monsters? Great Zhao has dominated the world for thousands of years and crushed countless Demon Calamities.
"What is a mere evil fiend to us?"
Hong Bin shouted at the top of his lungs. Beneath him, his warhorse grew restless under the pressure of the Demon Calamity's aura.
His shout
rang out like rolling thunder.
In an instant, it dispelled the fear in most of their hearts.
That was right.
Great Zhao had dominated the world for thousands of years, scarcely ever suffering defeat.
Whenever a Mortal Domain came into being, an evil fiend would emerge with it, unleashing a Demon Calamity upon the world.
But so what?
No matter how rampant the evil fiends and Demon Calamities became, they could only be crushed beneath Great Zhao's military might.
As soldiers of Great Zhao,
they had no reason to fear the Demon Calamity.
Meanwhile,
the Demon Calamity continued advancing.
Soon, it was less than ten li from the army's formation.
Hong Bin sat astride his horse