Outside Crestholm.
Orion Winslow stood back-to-back with several other human warriors, covered in blood, their breaths erratic, yet they still steadfastly held the final line of defense.
Meanwhile, the Demon Clan didn't rush to kill them; instead, it was more of a plaything.
Having been stifled in the Demon Domain for so many years, these demons were long overdue for a release.
Now they had finally arrived in this Human World.
And encountered a few stubborn humans who swore to fight to the end.
They certainly couldn't kill these humans easily!
The pack of demons let out shrill laughter like a cat toying with a mouse.
"Why struggle at death's door? Can just a few of you stop our dozens of demon elites?"
"We're sparing you for now just for amusement!"
"Once our Demon Lord has finished off that old man... how long do you think you few can hold out?!"
Orion Winslow's expression was calm as water, ignoring the demons' taunts.
