Damn it, the demons have no sense of pain.

On the wasteland outside the city, the demon soldiers were arrayed in strict formation.

Three demon generals floating in front of the formation were dressed gorgeously, looking no different from ordinary humans on the outside.

They had no unnecessary communication, nor did they make any pre-battle clamors.

For these emotionless demon generals who only followed the directives of the abyss, taking down the Storm Fief was nothing more than executing a mission.

"Attack."

With a single order from one of the demon generals, over a dozen magical trebuchets instantly let out a piercing roar!

Giant stones wrapped in magical flames tore through the dark purple sky like meteors, smashing ruthlessly against the Storm Fief's light barrier.

Boom!!!

Deafening explosions rang out one after another, and the transparent barrier instantly rippled with dense waves.

"Damn it!"

As the second and third rounds of giant boulders rained down, fine cracks had already begun to appear on the barrier.

Seeing this, the magicians of the Storm Fief immediately released their magic to replenish the array's energy.

But at this rate, the barrier breaking was only a matter of time.

Once the barrier shattered, what awaited the Storm Fief was the invading army.

The Duke of Storms drew the longsword from his hand. "All magicians, replenish the barrier! Archers, ready! Griffon Knights, follow me out of the city to meet the enemy!"

He knew very well that the barrier could not withstand the next round of bombardment.

Rather than cowering in the city waiting to die, it was better to fight to the death. Even if it meant perishing together, he had to fight for a sliver of hope for the people of the Storm Fief.

"Excuse me, coming through."

But just as he was about to leap down from the city wall, a figure brushed past him and landed outside the barrier, in the open space between the demon army and the city.

Ye Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, the hem of his black clothes flapping loudly in the wasteland wind. All alone, he blocked the charging path of tens of thousands of demon soldiers.

The advancing demon formation came to a sudden halt, and the eyes of all the demon soldiers fell uniformly upon this suddenly appearing human.

All the guards on the city wall were dumbfounded.

The Duke of Storms also froze in place, staring blankly at Ye Chuan's back as he stood alone before an army of thousands, his mind completely blank.

But soon, he reacted.

This tenth-tier magician before them was willing to help!

The Storm Fief was saved!

...

The three demon generals suspended in mid-air also looked down at Ye Chuan below them.

One demon general's gaze swept over Ye Chuan, sensing not a trace of magical fluctuation. His face remained expressionless as he spoke in a tone so flat it lacked any ripples:

"Human, who are you."

Ye Chuan raised his eyes, looked at the three demon generals in mid-air, and smiled. "Just someone blocking the road."

Another demon general tilted his head slightly, his grayish-black eyes devoid of any emotion, and spoke again, his tone still flat:

"Where is the Duke of Storms, Samuel."

"Ah? The Duke of Storms?" Ye Chuan stroked his chin, smiling innocently. "I don't know, he might be in the city drinking tea."

The three demon generals exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other's meaning.

This human before them, who could silently pass through the barrier and appear here without his strength being sensed, was absolutely not an ordinary person.

"Kill him."

The leading demon general's magic surged instantly, his body turning into a pitch-black afterimage as he dove toward Ye Chuan!

"Keep him alive to interrogate him about the city's defenses," the voice of the demon general behind him rang out, as if already foreseeing Ye Chuan's capture.

The demon general rushing toward Ye Chuan erupted with full force, enough to tear apart a mountain range in an instant.

But just at the moment he was about to touch Ye Chuan, an invisible shield suddenly lit up.

Crack.

The demon general's body froze in mid-air. He looked down at his chest, where a massive bloody hole had appeared. Before he could even let out a scream, his body turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated in the wind.

It took less than a breath's time.

A seventh-tier demon general was completely annihilated without even touching the edge of his opponent's clothes.

The other two demon generals also froze instantly.

Their pupils contracted sharply, seemingly realizing that this seemingly ordinary human before them was no scout at all, but a terrifying existence they could not possibly contend with.

Without any communication, the two of them shot out in two completely opposite directions at almost the same time!

One fled toward the rear of the demon army, while the other sped high into the sky, without a hint of hesitation, not even leaving behind a single harsh word.

For demon generals who only followed their survival instincts, running when they couldn't win was a directive carved into their bones.

"Hmph, trying to run?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow and casually flicked his fingers twice.

Two streaks of light tore through the sky like tracking arrows.

The two fleeing demon generals instantly turned into two wisps of black smoke, leaving not a single trace behind as they completely dissipated over the wasteland.

Three seventh-tier demon generals hadn't even lasted a few seconds from the moment they attacked to their demise.

On the city wall, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at this scene, their weapons almost dropping to the ground, forgetting even to breathe.

The Duke of Storms froze completely in place, his mouth slightly open, unable to speak a word for a long time.

The opponents he had prepared to fight to the death, the three seventh-tier demon generals who had filled him with despair, were completely wiped out just by Ye Chuan casually flicking his fingers?!

Was this the strength of a legendary tenth-tier grand magician?!

The three demon generals at the front of the formation perished instantly, yet the tens of thousands of demon soldiers did not rout in the slightest, nor did they show any fear.

Like machines with a set program, they raised their weapons and charged toward Ye Chuan fearlessly.

"Oh? These damn demons really don't feel pain, huh." Ye Chuan sneered and casually waved his hand.

"A light-attribute holy relic, the banner of the Goddess of Light."

"Purify."

A black and gold World-Suppressing Banner instantly emerged from the void, hovering above his head.

The banner flapped loudly, countless dao runes flowing across its surface.

A terrifyingly extreme devouring power erupted from the banner!

Buzz!!!

A black curtain of light swept out like a tsunami, instantly covering the entire wasteland and enveloping all tens of thousands of demon soldiers within it.

The demon soldiers charging at the very front froze instantly, the light in their eyes dissipating as their souls were turned into streaks of black light flying toward the World-Suppressing Banner.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Tens of thousands of soul lights were continuously sucked into the World-Suppressing Banner.

The charging demon soldiers fell in droves like harvested wheat, turning into soulless empty shells that crashed heavily onto the soil of the wasteland, never to move again.

It took only a dozen seconds.

The originally dense, murderous army of demon soldiers had all fallen to the ground. On the wasteland, only a field of corpses and scattered weapons remained, along with those dozen or so solitary magical trebuchets, without another sound to be heard.