Holy City.
Dark clouds pressed down on the city, demonic qi overwhelming.
On the towering stone walls, the claws of Ron, the Cat Clan leader, dug deep into the crevices, his brown pupils narrowing into fine lines.
The number of the Demon Clan was overwhelming, surging towards the Holy City like a tide.
If it weren't for the barrier left by the Elven Race, the Holy City would have been trampled by the Demon Clan long ago.
"Report to the Clan Leader!"
A cat beastman reported gravely, "The barrier has already shown cracks and can last at most another half an hour!"
"Moreover, the walls guarded by other races are not optimistic either!"
Upon hearing this string of bad news, Ron sighed.
"According to the prophecy, the heir of the Elven Race would enter the Sanctum during this time! For this, he exerted all his strength to send his daughter away half a month ago, just for this slim chance."
"But now it seems... she likely encountered an unexpected situation."
