He suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of ominous premonition.
At the same time.
Far on the other side of the continent, on the Western Continent opposite the Eastern Continent where numerous races reside, a wisp of soul drifted towards the Great Demon City shrouded in Miasma Fog, merging into the black giant tree that pierced the sky—the trunk of the Great Demon Tree.
Countless huge black Flying Dragons hovered above the Great Demon Tree, their black bodies even obscuring the sky. They let out mournful howls due to their unfulfilled desires.
The entire Great Demon City could hear their howls, and the other residents of the city considered this a sign of the Demon King's imminent resurrection, as they could not otherwise explain the Demon Dragons' excitement.
Only the Priests residing in the Divine Temple beside the Great Demon Tree knew why the Demon Dragons roared.
"Are these bastards' appetites still not satisfied? This year's food budget for them has already exceeded!"
