Before the great battle arrived, Battle Demon Valley lay under suffocating pressure. Almost every resident had been mobilized to fight for its safety.
The Abyss Realm was truly a place where everyone was a soldier. Under its brutal competition, every high-level Abyss Creature was necessarily a fighter seasoned by battle. Although Poison Fang Fort's attack this time differed from previous ones, and everyone in Battle Demon Valley felt afraid, not a single person backed down when the moment came.
As Han Shuo had expected, less than half a day later, bizarrely shaped Abyss Creatures began appearing one after another before the stone forest he had arranged outside Battle Demon Valley. These enemies from Poison Fang Fort numbered in the tens of thousands, most of them enormous Abyss Creatures without much intelligence.
The truly powerful Abyss Creatures with human forms accounted for only a tenth of them. Their leaders were all members of the Three-Eyed Race like those Han Shuo had seen last time. Under their command, more and more Abyss Creatures gathered, standing outside Battle Demon Valley's towering walls.
Some of Battle Demon Valley's defenses remained relatively primitive: sharp fences covered in blades and spikes, giant bows and arrows atop the walls, and the huge rocks found everywhere in the Abyss Realm.
One particularly massive member of the Three-Eyed Race wore pitch-black iron armor and held a two-meter-long, trident-like weapon. Riding a war eagle with five python tails, he stood proudly in the sky opposite Battle Demon Valley, an imposing sight. His eyes were cold and merciless, and he naturally exuded an air of supremacy.
Behind him stood ranks of Three-Eyed Race members, likewise clad in black iron armor and mounted on war eagles. Those members of the Three-Eyed Race were Poison Fang Fort's true elite, each possessing at least