A few minutes earlier, on the devils' side, one of the peak pseudo-immortal stage devils looked toward the horizon. The man had a red beard and a burly build, with a giant axe strapped to his back. His ominous aura leaked outward, as if he wanted the others near him to sense it. His presence was truly intimidating.
"Are you sure that they really chose to attack through this region, Sword Devil? Do they not understand that this is the same as suicide?" he said toward the man beside him.
The other man had the same cultivation as him, but he was much smaller in stature. A sword rested at his waist. He had a youthful appearance, and his long red hair was tied into a ponytail. The scar on his face made him look wild.
