A warm wind, like the breath of a demon, carried a pungent smell of blood that continually assaulted Chen Pingchuan's senses. The scent was so dense it seemed to solidify in the air.
Chen Pingchuan's expression remained calm, but a slight ripple disturbed the depths of his eyes as he strained to peer into the distance. Behind the Black Demon Army, his keen gaze caught a figure that stood out—a giant Black Demon. It had a towering body over ten meters high, six barbed scorpion tails, eight terrifying black claws, and eyes that glowed with a bloody red hue. It was like a moving mountain, its every shift causing the earth to tremble slightly.
Chen Pingchuan's mind raced. Based on his dozens of previous simulations, he could accurately judge the classification system of the Black Demon species. A Black Demon of such a massive size already had the potential to develop into a King of Black Magic.
