It was approaching the evening of the second day.
Din, still wrapped in bandages, was stained red with blood. He looked as though he had walked out of a lake of blood.
All around him were corpses upon corpses.
Another thing he noticed was that the clustered formation of the humans had suddenly expanded.
Now, one had to look two or three meters away just to see another human.
It seemed the rush of adrenaline from today's battle had made the humans bolder.
But who wouldn't be?
Seeing that there were martial warriors among them.
Even more so, seeing that these martial warriors were actually fighting for them.
It made the humans go all out.
And of course, their sacrifices weren't in vain.
The demon corpses were proof of that.
Looking down at the beheaded demon beside him, Din took a deep breath.
Fighting against the demon race was far from easy.
They had tails.
They had claws.
They came in strange, grotesque forms.
But that wasn't even the worst part.
They were strong.
