Outside the Ice Clan barrier, a vast army of the Demon Race was gathered, numbering at least a hundred thousand.
Moreover, this was evidently a regular army; the troops were arranged with extreme order and solemnity, uniform and imposing.
Even a small soldier, when standing among the orderly and solemn ranks, could emanate a daunting aura.
In the midst of the Demon army, within three inner layers and three outer layers, stood a skeletal throne.
On the throne, a stern man in brown battle armor leaned slightly, his eyes closed as if taking a nap.
At the front lines, several Demon Generals were attacking the Ice Clan barrier, but they seemed not to exert their full efforts, not in a hurry to break the barrier.
"Stop!"
Meng Yixuan arrived, waving an ice blade that froze and tore through space.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
The ice blade swept across, instantly killing countless Demons, their blood staining the starry sky.
"Presumptuous, can mere ants dare to act fiercely?"