The demon army surged forward like a black tide, advancing slowly over the scorched earth.
The roars of low-tier demon beasts intertwined with the thud of heavy footsteps, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Yet as they marched on, some keen-sensed members of the demon clan began to notice the strange aura ahead.
A half-step totem-level demon scout, with a tense expression, wove through the dense crowd to the central position, respectfully kneeling on one knee before a figure exuding terrifying demon power.
"Report, Commander! We've detected several unidentified energy fluctuations ahead, possibly enemies intercepting us!"
The demon clan leader turned his head slowly.
He was robust, with a pair of curving crimson demon horns atop his head, gleaming like metal.
Behind him, a pair of incomplete black wings added even more ferocity and murderous aura.
He was the supreme commander of this demon army, the strongest among the five Tier Three totem behemoths—
