Lime Mountain Range Entrance.
Herag and a group of Wizards stood on the hillside, watching the fierce battle unfolding ahead.
They wouldn't take action this time, just observing from the sidelines and adapting to any sudden changes.
The Demons deployed this time numbered around ten thousand, aiming to cause massive casualties to the border troops through a death-defying assault.
Even if all ten thousand Demons were to perish, Parker would not feel the slightest pain.
On the contrary, if all ten thousand Demons were obliterated, the troops would undoubtedly pay an even greater price.
On the battlefield, the green grass was trampled into a pulp, carrying the stench of blood.
The air was filled with the wailing of the wounded and the clashing of weapons, sending chills down one's spine.
In the distance, the roar of a rain of arrows could be heard, seemingly engulfing the sky.
Horses neighed, Demons crushed through the crowds, and the sound of shattering was incessant.
