On the barren plains, two armies confronted each other, a terrifying aura surged into the sky, dispersing the dark clouds.
For thousands of miles around, all living beings prostrated on the ground, shivering and wailing incessantly.
Balete stood before the battle lines, gazing at Balther Weiss across the way, his eyes instantly filled with fighting spirit.
"Balther Weiss, your squad won before and didn't accept my challenge. Now that the two armies stand against each other, with the outcome unknown, do you dare to duel with me first and set the stage for the final showdown?"
Balther Weiss smiled, "You, Balete, are said to be invincible under the Prime Immortal. If I lose to you, wouldn't that shake the army's morale and dampen the spirit of the Demon Race?"
Balete taunted, "Aren't you the leader of the Demon Race team? Don't you have the courage to fight, or is the entire Demon Race so cowardly?"
