Dark clouds filled the sky.

The howls of enormous low-tier Demons kept coming from the depths of the dense woods that surrounded the black mountain peak.

Under the dark clouds, many low-tier winged Demons were flying around, with members of the Astarte Clan sitting astride them.

A destroyed teleportation portal could be seen at the foot of the mountain peak. Unusual spatial fluctuations filled a large area.

Quake, the chief of the Astarte Clan, stood towering on the mountaintop, his face as grim as a silent lake.

Zhao Shanling appearing out of nowhere and destroying their teleportation portal, which was their only connection with the other Demon realms, had made him feel the panic of doomsday for the first time.

He had never felt so shocked and desperate in his dozens of thousands of years of life.

Humans had actually entered...