Almost exactly ten minutes had passed since Karol and Ivis flew off toward the dark snowy horizon.
Both of them had the vital intention of implementing the wide magical barrier that would completely seal off the annoying telepathy of the demons and dragons in the war zone.
The immense group that Queen Ophelia had behind her was truly intimidating.
It was made up of nine Infernal-rank demons, elite warriors with murderous auras, and at least eighty Principality-rank demons ready for the massacre.
Right now, Ivis should already be in her exact position above the enemy fortress.
And most likely, the darkness dragon named Janina would already be on her own hunting duties in the shadows; however, Ryan decided not to ask about her.
In the cold and rocky place of the cliff, Ryan, his main assault group, and his entire army of elves and beastmen patiently waited for the attack signal.
