Above the Holy Lake.
Two Lizardmen from the Wind Roar Clan flapped their wings, floating quietly, with their eyes simultaneously filled with fear and dread.
"It's over." Urga muttered to himself, watching Assam City crumble with just one strike.
Floating beside him, the Personal Guard Captain Kadar swallowed hard, his wings trembling uncontrollably, speaking in a shaky voice.
"It's unexpected that the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom didn't even hold out for one night..."
With just one strike, the millennia-old foundation of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom was utterly destroyed...
Is this the power of the Demon King?
It's terrifyingly strong...
"That's no longer the strength of mortals." Urga said hoarsely, the scales on his brow knitted together.
The Great Barrier had indeed trapped them for so long, resulting in a complete disconnection from the outside world.
