Outside the Imperial Capital.
Ying Xinghe stood back-to-back with a few other Human warriors, covered in blood, breath chaotic, yet still resolutely guarding the final defense.
But for now, the Demon Race wasn't in a hurry to kill them; it was more about playing around.
These demons had been confined in the Demon Realm for so many years, and it had driven them to madness.
Now they've finally made it to this Human World.
And they encountered a few foolish Humans who swore never to surrender and fought to the end.
They couldn't kill these Humans so easily!
The group of demons laughed shrilly like cats playing with mice.
"Why struggle on the verge of death? Do you think the few of you can withstand our dozens of elite demons?"
"Not killing you now is just because we find it interesting!"
"Once our Demon King kills that old man... do you think the lot of you can stand for much longer?!"
Ying Xinghe's expression remained calm as water, ignoring the demons' taunts.
