The battle erupted completely!
The Human Race and the Demon Race were locked in a bloody struggle with no room for tactics like sneak attacks or ambushes; in such a decisive duel, these tricks were of no use.
The two sides engaged in a fierce confrontation.
The battle modes of both sides were different, but what was common was the precise allocation of forces, utilizing every bit of strength to launch effective strikes against the enemy.
The Demon Race only dispatched a small portion of their forces to encircle the Human Race.
The rest of the Demon Race was strategically reserved, ready to deliver precision strikes to certain areas at any time.
...
Crash!
Crash!
Deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there was a massive palace forged from gray stone, perfectly blending with the surrounding void, its aura hidden and ready to escape at any moment.
Inside this palace sat an elder.
The elder's aura was ancient, exuding a trace of terrifying presence.
