Forefather Stonefiend wasn’t happy with Roguemist’s words. His minion had relayed the same thing already. There was no need to repeat the same intelligence.

In the ancient times, the ten tribes of demons invading the Divine Abyss Continent had been exceptionally powerful. Almost every tribe had sent their best, bringing at least three to four divine realm forefathers to the continent.

Those who entered the human domain were but a small part of the army. What was more, every demon forefather was a formidable fighter.

In Forefather Stonefiend’s eyes, if the humans hadn’t occupied homeground advantage, if the demons hadn’t fallen for human trickery, the demonic army...