"Those damn elves, are they trying to destroy the continent?"
The bad news came; the magic cataclysm could no longer be easily extinguished.
Noticing something was wrong, Hudson personally went to check. The demon army had already exceeded a hundred thousand, with as many as thirteen Light Demon Kings.
And this number was still increasing.
The original spatial rift had now turned into a spatial passage, a hundred meters wide, sufficient for a large army to pass through normally.
Having missed the best time to extinguish the demons, a tough battle was ahead. We could only hope that the connected abyss wasn't too strong and that the various races of the continent could withstand it.
"Now that things have come to this, everyone quickly send the message back and prepare the army for war!
The Abyssal Plane has many layers. If the connection is to the weakest layer, we might still have a chance of winning.
