Dawn had yet to break.
Outside Demon-Suppressing Pass, the Demon Race's offensive was fiercer than ever.
There was no need to speak of the main battlefield, where flying swords poured down in a mighty torrent.
But on the smaller battlefields to the northwest and southeast, which had usually received little attention from the Demon Race and were somewhat weakly defended,
several Great Demons had now joined the fighting on each front, with a Demon Sage overseeing each.
On the battlefield, a Demon Sage unleashed a divine ability.
The Demon Soldiers who had originally served as cannon fodder were engulfed in raging flames.
These flames were extremely peculiar. Only a small portion of the Demon Army burned with frantic squeals, reduced to ash and dust.
More of the Demon Soldiers charged toward the walls with these flames clinging to their bodies.
Their charge fanned the flames, making them burn even more fiercely.
Several flying swords and Magic Treasures belonging to Human Race cultivators fell into the sea of fire, like clay oxen sinking into the sea.
In an instant, a vast stretch of land became scorched earth.
At the same time, streaks of fire kept shooting skyward.
They landed on the walls; fire flashed, and flesh and blood flew.
Sparks filled the sky, like fiery trees blossoming with silver flowers, like stars scattered across a chessboard.
They slanted from the ground toward the battlements, like Death extending a gigantic claw to strangle every living thing.
The sight was magnificent yet uncanny, carrying an indescribably demonic air that dazzled the eyes and chilled the bones.
Just then, a longsword blazing with silver light shot into the sky.
It circled once above the walls, then met the flames.
With a single stroke, the sea of fire abruptly split down the middle.
A Ninth