[Host, do not be careless.] The voice of the Persuasion System echoed in Zhang Beixing's mind.
[Even though you possess the Eye of Heavenly Dao, we both know that true strength should not rely on external tools.]
[Even if the Demon God Race was defeated honorably, there must be cunning beings behind them. You must not be complacent.]
Zhang Beixing shuddered at the words.
Indeed, the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light; how can we underestimate them?
He immediately gathered his thoughts and prepared for battle.
At this moment, the demon army outside the city had already reached its gates.
Leading them was the Demon God Brother, a sinister smile on his face.
"Zhang Beixing, you caused my brother's tragic death; today you will join him in the grave!"
"Surrender quickly, and I'll spare your life!"
The Demon God Brother's voice was like a thunderous bell, taunting arrogantly.
Behind him, a thousand elite from the Demon Race, each possessing profound cultivation.
