Deceit Night has arrived.
The Evil has reached us.
A tremendously heavy atmosphere pervades the battlefield.
Everyone here bears inescapable Evil Qi.
Since the large-scale invasion from the Demon Domain, they have fought continuously, and comrades have met tragic ends.
On the Taixuan Divine Mountain, six defensive lines have lost more than half.
This is an unprecedented dishonor.
"Battling demons by day, with Evil invading at night... without reinforcements, we won't last three days."
A general holding the Earth Evil Flag, with a cold expression, slowly said: "I heard that starting tomorrow, we must split our forces and delay the enemy's advance..."
"I'll hold the frontline, you all retreat tomorrow and construct new defensive lines, stabilize the formations behind us."
The leader, a roughly fifty-year-old man dressed in battered armor, covered with claw marks.
He was sharpening the blade in his hand.
After numerous bloody battles, the blade was already dull.
