"Hahaha! Give up, all of you! You're just a bunch of weak, useless humans!"
Sitting atop his demon horse, Malgrion burst into laughter. His gaze was fixed on the human army lined up before him.
Their expressions turned grim. To be honest, they were terrified of facing Malgrion and his army.
They were ruthless—far more ruthless than the armies of other demon generals.
Moreover, the hero was currently unable to help. They weren't sure they could win.
However, just then, a woman on horseback rode forward.
She wore silver armor, and her silver hair was tied in a ponytail, fluttering in the wind.
"Don't get too cocky, you evil demon!" Evalyn snapped coldly. "Don't think that just because you're confident, you can trample on our spirit!"
Malgrion's laughter stopped. He stared at Evalyn in astonishment.
"Where did this woman come from? And…" His eyes narrowed. "Is she leading the hero's army?"
