Holy City.
Black clouds pressed down on the city, demonic Qi engulfing the sky.
On the towering stone walls, Cat Tribe Clan Leader Rone's claws dug deeply into the stone crevices, his brown pupils narrowed to a thin line.
The number of Demon Race was too many, surging toward the Holy City like a tide.
If not for the barrier left by the Elf Race, the Holy City would have long been trampled by the Demon Race.
"Report, Clan Leader!"
A Cat Beastman reported solemnly: "The barrier has already developed cracks, at most it will hold for another half an hour!"
"Moreover, the walls guarded by other races are also not looking good!"
Upon hearing this string of bad news, Rone sighed heavily.
"According to prophecy, the descendant of the Elf Race is supposed to enter the Secret Realm during this period! For this reason, he exerted all his strength to send his daughter out half a month ago, just for this sliver of hope."
