The once-stalemated balance of power tipped in an instant, creating an overwhelming advantage. The demons were beaten into a pathetic retreat, crying for their parents as they fled for their lives. A huge number of the Demon Race died under the Saints' barrage of firepower, obliterated without a trace.
They had been pent up in the Holy Realm for too many years. With their fury at its peak, they desperately needed an outlet. The cries of these demons were music to their ears, a most suitable choice!
「Meanwhile, within the seal of Demon Sea Island.」
Countless Demon Race members charged at the fissures, their eyes blood-red as they fearlessly risked their lives.
"Charge, brothers! Once we break through here, a bright future awaits us! Break the seal today, become a Demon Emperor tomorrow! JEJEJE..." a winged demon expert roared, encouraging the horde from above.
