Along the border between humans and demons, there was not a single human or demon who did not feel the oppressive presence of the demon who had reached the eighth rank.
"Don't get distracted! Keep attacking!" were the orders from the human sub-commanders, who in turn were following the directives of their commanders.
Seeing that instead of being intimidated, the humans attacked with greater determination, the demon commanders and the great demon generals immediately realized that something was wrong.
Even so, both forces continued to clash, but it seemed that little by little the balance was beginning to tip in favor of the humans.
A few seconds later, the demons understood why the humans had not retreated.
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Galot Ertrael's sword was enveloped in a dark demonic aura.
The False Edmund smiled beneath his red hood.
