In Cyan Lion Ridge.
One array after another began to operate. As the arrays moved, white light membranes surged like waves, rising wave after wave.
With the defensive array activated, Cyan Lion Ridge seemed to transform into a massive turtle shell, standing defiantly before the enemy.
In the central hall, a middle-aged man's expression was grave as he gazed at the vast army of the Human Race outside, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes.
For the small Clans and factions amidst the Human and Demon Race warfare, it was nearly an existential crisis, many Clans would face destruction and extinction;
But for some small tribal groups among the Demon Race, it was likewise a calamity beyond countenance.
Easily affected during the battle, they were headed for annihilation.
