This battlefield was desolate, vitality sparse, yellow sand dancing through the air, and even the breeze that blew was scorchingly hot. A few withering trees, barely standing like warriors of yesteryear gazing up at the sky on the verge of decay, appeared exceptionally frail.
The weeds that had emerged from the sandy ground were no different, lacking any sign of life and entirely dull yellow in hue. They probably wouldn't last long before they completely withered away, becoming part of the desert sands.
The same was true for that towering mountain, which was utterly barren and lifeless all around.
A demoness with a crimson figure stood there, conspicuously commanding attention... Crimson Mulberry.
A female member of the Demon Race who made the Human Race Alliance shudder in silence. The senior decision-makers of the alliance were utterly vexed by her because she was so cunning—not resembling a snake so much as a fox.
WHOOSH!
Many members of the alliance quickly dashed out.
