As the sun lost its heat and faded to the color of a duck egg's yolk, the Demons' frontal assault finally thinned from a dense horde. The brutal casualties and the bodies of their comrades piled high like small hills posed a daunting challenge for the waves that followed.
Loud, guttural shouts erupted among the Demons. Accompanied by a bellow that seemed to shake the very heavens and earth, they began to slowly pull back.
These Demons weren't about to collapse from a single defeat—they had been fighting like this for days.
As the Demons retreated, they left a group of cannon fodder Little Demons to cover their rear. Individually, these cowardly creatures were more timid than rabbits in the face of a strong enemy. But with a High Tier Demon Commander overseeing them, it was as if they had all been put under a Frenzy Technique, charging fearlessly at any pursuers and sacrificing their lives to buy time for their comrades' escape.
