Within the Spiritual Fluctuation, there seemed to be a magical power that compelled the rather dim-witted Soot Skin Demon Group to move with military precision to the front of the Demon Realm's Gate from which they had emerged, and then line up.
Seeing this, a Soot Skin Demon Fiend, standing nearly three meters tall before the Demon Realm's Gate, nodded slightly.
As the commander of this Demon Realm's Gate and the great chieftain of the Samoglu Tribe, such a level of Control was a trivial matter for him.
Then, the Soot Skin Demon Fiend produced a black object resembling a leg bone and channeled a Spiritual Fluctuation into it...
"Reporting to the American Continent Command Headquarters: Demon Realm's Gate 587, formation complete. We are not currently under attack by any native creatures. Please provide instructions..."
