Amidst the vast and desolate world, Isabel Su continued to fly slowly, heading in the direction of Blossom Mountain.
"What... is the situation now?"
...
On the brazier, the dim red flames flickered, illuminating the empty throne. The slanting shadows of each pillar wavered across the hall.
On the polished floor, the corpses of demon generals were laid out in neat rows, each one covered with a torn Blossom Mountain war banner.
This place was once the highest sanctuary of the demon race, a destination longed for by all demons across the Three Realms.
During those years, this war-torn race came closer than ever to its goal—just one step away from entering the world they had always yearned for.
Yet in the end, it was all an illusion.
Their great victories had always been built on layer upon layer of schemes. When the balance finally broke, everything became irreparable.
Now, only the last surviving unit stood guard here. No one knew how much longer even this final force would hold out before being wiped out.
For the demon race, the world is about to enter another bitter winter.
Within the Ten Thousand Demons Hall, Rhino leaned on his battle axe, standing in silent vigil with his back to the great doors.
In front of him lay Lindsay’s body, shrouded in white cloth.
"Daughter, once I’ve repaid the debt I owe the Great Sage, I’ll come to join you and your mother..."
He smiled faintly, his eyes brimming with tears.
The entire hall was as cold as an ice vault, devoid of the slightest trace of life.
A demon general, bloodied from battle, rushed into the hall and saluted behind Rhino: "General Rhino, it seems they’ve halted their assault."
"Halted their assault..."
Rhino turned, gazing blankly toward the world outside the hall.
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