Wherever they passed, even the earth shattered beneath their feet.
At the same time, 12 and 13-level demons, although slightly weaker, emerged in massive numbers, swarming like locusts.
"Not good!"
The Goddess of Misfortune spoke with a heavy tone.
"It's using blood talismans for sacrifice, completely tearing apart the rules!"
"Master Lear, I'll do my best to block it! The Tyrant Monarch can only sustain for half an hour at most... if we can hold out for that half hour, the rift will collapse on its own!"
As the words fell, the blood-red mist began to surge. In no time, it completely enveloped the sky over Katana.
The demon army fell directly from the sky, entering the city for slaughter... the roars of warriors and the clash of weapons echoed across the battlefield.
The tide of 15-level Tyrant Demons under the Tyrant Monarch surged, burning spears piercing the city walls, with spiked thorns breaking inch by inch.
