At these words, a few Immortal Cultivators, so weak they lacked even the strength to stand, collapsed to the ground, a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
They were still young, all of them chosen prodigies from the major Sects. They shouldn't die here, buried in this ochre soil, only to become food for the Demon Race.
Just as the situation grew desperate, the earth began to shake.
The horde of beasts at the city gate scattered in a clamor, all scrambling over one another as they ran toward the vast city center, as if they had seen something terrifying.
"Your Ladyship! A peerless, ruthless man from the Human Race has broken into the city! The Demon Kings who went to face him have been almost completely wiped out! We are no match for him!"
