The demon army advanced like a black tide over the scorched land.
The roars of low-tier demons mixed with the heavy footsteps, emanating a suffocating sense of oppression.
However, as they progressed, some of the more perceptive demons began to notice a strange aura ahead.
A half-step totem-level demon scout, looking tense, wove through the dense ranks and knelt respectfully on one knee before a figure radiating terrifying demon might.
"Report to the Chief! Unknown energy fluctuations detected ahead, possibly an enemy interception!"
The demon revered as the leader slowly turned his head.
His form was bulky, with a pair of curved red horns on his head that gleamed with a metallic luster.
Behind him was a pair of tattered black wings, incomplete yet adding to his ferocity and murderous aura.
He was the supreme commander of the demon army, the strongest among the five totem-tier three giants—
Red-Horned Demon Venerable!
