To Kleim and the others, the Human Race had not even been on their radar at first.
Although the Human Race claimed it could contend with the Ten Thousand Races Alliance for supremacy.
In the eyes of these elite legions of the Devil Race, however.
The wars the humans had fought were mere petty skirmishes.
Endless defense and duels between powerhouses-how did any of that qualify as war?
True war meant fighting through blood and fire.
Deep in their hearts, in their minds, the Human Race was a weak race that would collapse at the first blow, unworthy of their attention.
Yet this race had actually done something that left every one of them utterly horrified.
It had launched a surprise attack on the Devil Race Headquarters and trapped the Demon Saint.
And it had made the Demon Saint vanish without a trace.
Such bizarre methods had put them on high alert.
That was why the Iron Wall Legion, the Succubus Legion, and the Rat-Running Army had joined forces.
Of course, the humans had also routed two major Vanguard Camps and two ordinary Devil Race legions. Those victories alone were enough to put them on guard.
The only pity was that they had arrived with great fanfare, only to leave disappointed.
These humans had actually crumbled at the first blow.
Although some of their powerhouses were indeed formidable, none had exceeded their expectations.
After all, every race had a few mighty beings. Otherwise, that race would probably have been finished long ago.
"Is Lord Kleim here? The One-Horned Devil Immortal requests an audience."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal's voice rang out from outside the camp, exceptionally loud, with a faint undercurrent of anger.
Queen Charming Ji paused in surprise. "Didn't you send that fellow away? Why is he back again?"
Kleim