The five-hundred-meter area around Kado had become a veritable death zone.
He strode forward, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.
Every swing of the giant Wolf Fang Club in his hands cleared a wide, fan-shaped area within the sluggish horde of Demons. The air filled with flying flesh and blood, and the continuous sound of shattering bones.
They broke through!
With unstoppable momentum, the Black Stone Territory's army punched through the Demon host. Their formation began to expand on both flanks, aiming to divide and encircle the enemy.
High above, the Black Dragon's golden, vertical pupils were fixed on the battle below, its anxiety so palpable it was almost a physical presence.
A low growl rumbled deep in its throat, its scorching breath making the surrounding air distort.
The scales of victory were visibly tipping in the enemy's favor.
It could wait no longer.
"Your opponent is me."
