However, the young emperor showed no signs of slackening. Victory was merely the first step of his ambition.
The real challenge was yet to come.
"Master, there seems to be something unusual with the magic power fluctuations ahead," said the loyal Richard suddenly, his expression a mix of seriousness and vigilance.
Zhang Beixing smiled faintly, his gaze sharp as a torch.
"No matter. They're coming at just the right time."
As soon as he spoke, a wild wind arose between heaven and earth, snowflakes swirling. An unprecedented sense of oppression hung over everyone's hearts.
"It's the Demon Race!" Alina exclaimed, her beautiful eyes full of tension. This aura was all too familiar to her.
Sure enough, with a thunderous roar, a figure appeared out of thin air before them.
Clad in black armor, wearing a fanged mask, and surrounded by a chilling presence.
It was actually a general of the Demon Race!
