Kael rode his Pegasus in silence.
He only stared fixedly at the scorched earth still smoking in the distance.
Great Xia's weapons... were far more powerful than anything he had seen before.
Once the Permanent Portal opened, all that enormous equipment was transported over.
Rockets blotted out the sky, and the power of the missiles made his scalp prickle.
And those lasers that left their targets hopping in pain and charred with a single flash-
The Demon Clan did not even know how they died.
Not to mention those astonishingly fast "iron birds" in the sky.
Before them, Winged Demons and Gargoyles were like sparrows targeted by falcons.
Below fourth order? One shot, one kill!
Sixth-Rank Commanders? They could not withstand three missiles.
Kael took a deep breath.
Every time he saw Great Xia fight, their combat power pushed past the limits of his understanding.
These people... just how many trump cards were they still hiding?
"This is unbelievable."
Elder Muyu finally squeezed out those words.
Even his beard was trembling.
"No wonder Great Xia dared to say they would help the Terra Continent fight the Demon Clan."
"With these weapons..."
"Even the mighty Demon Clan can only take a beating!"
Warwick's expression was grave as he thought to himself,
Our tribe...
We have to cling to Great Xia if we want a chance of surviving the Demon Clan.
Several representatives of the other races exchanged glances.
Each gaze concealed private thoughts that were difficult to fathom.
On a distant hilltop.
Beneath a thick, ancient tree.
A seventh-order Demon Venerable stood in the shadows, its entire body frozen.
Had Warwick seen it, he would certainly have recognized this familiar demon.
It was the very seventh-order Demon Venerable that had appeared at Warwick's tribe before!
Back then, the Half-Orc tribe