In the blink of an eye, three hundred and thirty-three years passed swiftly.
In the borderlands between the Demon Race and the Human Race, tempestuous clouds gathered long ago, with murderous intent shooting towards the sky, as the pitch-black demon aura clashed with the brilliant humankind's radiance. Thunder rolled through the air, primordial qi boiling as if in a frenzy, even distorting the void itself.
On the frontline of the Demon Race, the million-mile barricade of the demon realm stretched like a sleeping dragon. The ancient demon patterns engraved on the barricade had long dulled, covered in cracks, and what was once as dense as ink now trembled with unease, resembling a startled bird.
