In the dim, dense fog, the Demon General hiding far behind the front lines shuddered.
He had sneaked over in secret this time. After all, the people of the North Ridge Sacred Ground had captured the Deputy Demon General from the Demon General's Manor, ruined the Devil Race's plans time and again, and even injured his daughter. The Crimson Demon General felt he had to make his stance clear somehow.
As luck would have it, a Devil Tide had broken out. The black demonic fog had spawned great numbers of Low-Rank Devils and mid-rank devils, so he planned to fish in troubled waters and teach the nearby humans a lesson.
Someone actually noticed I was here? Impossible! I deliberately concealed my aura and told no one! Even the demons in the neighboring region don't know.
Besides the stunned Demon General, the stewards of the North Ridge Sacred Ground and the elders of the Southern Spirit Sect who heard that inner voice were all startled.
The Primordial Battlefield was the most unremarkable battlefield in the Southern Region, occupied mostly by Low-Rank Devils and mid-rank devils. Why would a Demon General come here?
The Devil Race's Demon Generals ranked second only to the Demon King, with cultivation equivalent to the humans' Nascent Soul late stage or Nascent Soul peak.
Had this Demon General come prepared to catch all the talents of the Northern and Southern Regions in a single net?
At that thought, every elder stationed there felt their scalp prickle.
The stewards of the North Ridge Sacred Ground immediately relayed the news to their Holy Lord, asking him to send more reinforcements.
The North Ridge Holy Lord was dumbfounded when he heard the news. Their Northern and Southern Regions had racked their brains over this competition.
They had originally planned to