The night falls, and the night sky is pitch black.
Tonight, apart from the half-red crescent moon, no stars twinkle in the sky.
The intermingled moonlight of white and red spreads across the land.
On the desolate plains.
A dense crowd of Skin-Stripping Monsters, mixed with some beasts with ulcerated skin, jostled each other.
A slender red whip swung across, and a Skin-Stripping Monster was instantly blasted into a cloud of blood mist.
Looking towards the holder of the whip, it's a Thorn Demon, completely blood-red, covered in spikes.
He retracted the red whip and shouted, cursing, "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and advance! Such a bunch of inferior trash."
Not satisfied, he kicked another Skin-Stripping Monster nearby, sending it flying.
After completing this series of actions, his mood seemed somewhat pleased, and he walked towards the Demon Legion behind him.
These demons were stationed at the very rear of the legion.
