Chapter 587: The devils' weakness
At the foot of a mountain thirty kilometers outside the ruins of Asiya Ze City, the demons held roughly two hundred "prisoners."
There were no cells. Instead, a ring of special spell formations marked the boundary, forming an invisible cage in this place thick with hell power.
Many demons prowled nearby, gazing into the cage with greed and longing, especially at the dozen figures in the middle who stood taller than the little creatures around them.
Most of those inside the cage were Ridge-Crowned People, but there were also twelve human soldiers. Some had lost their helmets, while others had shattered bulletproof armor plates. Sitting among more than two hundred Ridge-Crowned People, they stood out sharply. The insignia on their shoulders and sleeves identified them as members of Germany's special forces.
Flesh and blood were not machinery, and they certainly felt fear. But seeing the Ridge-Crowned People around them soil themselves in terror or turn deathly pale and struggle to stand, along with the demons' hungry, contemptuous gazes, stirred their pride as human warriors. This, too, was a form of psychic power rooted in will.
Thud... thud... thud...
The ground trembled slightly, accompanied by the sounds. The parts of their bodies touching the ground tingled faintly, while a peculiar sense of oppression steadily intensified, growing stronger than ever before.
Three powerful demons they had never seen before slowly approached.
Two stood over ten meters tall, while the smallest was only around three meters. They were hardly enormous compared with the other demons, yet both the greater demons the prisoners had seen before and the other high demons seemed to shrink in their presence.
These three demons seemed especially heavy. The tremors did not come from the larger demons nearby, but from these three relatively "petite"