Outside the Pagoda, the valley had been completely taken over by the demons.
Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of demons, packed so densely that counting them was impossible, had surrounded the Pagoda and the walls of the valley from every direction.
Among them were B-rank, A-rank, and even S-rank demons; forces that, each on their own, were capable of turning an entire country into ashes.
Nearly a large portion of all the demons present in the Gulf of Sumer had gathered here, completely surrounding the entire valley.
If humans were to hear about something like this, they would not be able to believe it. What could possibly cause this many demons to gather in one place?
At the center of the encirclement, standing directly in front of the Pagoda, was the Demon Crown Prince.
Beside him stood Zalkareth, the Grand Strategist, along with the rest of the Demon King's children. No one spoke. The atmosphere was so heavy that even the weaker demons did not dare to breathe loudly.
