You Mingluo of the Demon Race

"Woo..."

High in the sky not far outside Reincarnation City, a vast mass of black shadows strode through the air. A chilling aura of bloodshed clung to them, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared directly overhead.

They were a group of "monsters" clad in black armor. Each had twin horns, fangs protruding from their mouths, savage faces, and brawny builds. Every one of them stood around three meters tall. Armed with spears, they were highly disciplined and incomparably coordinated, their auras tightly fused together.

At the head of these "monsters" stood a handsome young man clad in black armor, with two horns atop his head. Yet his bare feet and the long black toenails growing from them inspired terror.

Seeing the vast black army hovering in the sky, Reincarnation City below immediately erupted into turmoil. Everyone wore grim expressions, feeling as though they could barely breathe.

The Godly Realm and the Demon Realm had originally stood in opposition, and countless wars had broken out between them. The two realms shared a blood-deep enmity. Only because of a great upheaval several hundred thousand years ago had they temporarily made peace, reducing the conflicts between them.

But that did not mean the hatred between the people of the two realms would disappear.

Now that the Demon Realm had dispatched an army—and the Demon Race's most elite troops at that—everyone was terrified. The Demon Race was the most battle-hungry and unafraid of bloodshed. The fiercer their opponent, the stronger they became. They were the race the Demon God trusted most, having rendered tremendous service to the Demon Palace. All those from the Godly Realm feared the Demon Race.

With the army looming above them, they feared that the Demon Race would slaughter them all.

"You Mingluo, what are you trying