Holy City.
Dark clouds pressed heavily against the city, Demonic Qi surging boundlessly.
On the towering stone wall, the Cat Race Clan Leader Rone's claws dug deeply into the crevices, his brown pupils narrowing into a thin line.
The numbers of the Demon Race were too great, like a tide continuously surging toward the Holy City.
Were it not for the barrier left by the Elf Race, the Holy City would have been crushed by now.
"Report, Clan Leader,"
an Orc from the Cat Race reported gravely, "The barrier has already developed cracks, it can hold for at most another half hour."
"Moreover, the city walls guarded by other races are not faring well!"
Upon hearing this string of bad news, Rone sighed deeply.
"According to prophecy, the descendant of the Elf Race entered the Secret Realm during this time! For this reason, he risked everything half a month ago to send his daughter away, hoping for this slight chance."
"But now it seems... an accident may have occurred after all."
