Even though the environment inside the Feral Mountains seemed peaceful, it was actually not.
In truth, Diamond Horn herself knew the situation better than anyone.
With her strength and the protective barrier of the Minotaur Mountain, they were only barely holding on.
The number of Feral Void Demons was increasing at an alarming rate.
Yet the number they killed every day was not enough to offset that growth.
She had been fighting continuously for who knew how long.
Old injuries never had the time to heal before new ones appeared.
Fatigue continued to accumulate, and black blood soaked her fur again and again.
Even she, a Quasi-Soul Transformation Realm cultivator, was starting to feel the limits of her endurance.
So, she had always hoped for a miracle.
For something… or someone… to change their fate.
And now, after hearing about Ethan's achievements and his identity, she truly felt it.
Her hope had manifested, and that certain someone had finally descended upon the realm.
