It felt as if they had met their nemesis. In the next moment, this massive horde of undead commandeered by the Bone Dragon turned into a continuously burning ghostly flame. They couldn't even muster any resistance before turning into ashes.
Everyone stared blankly at the sky, but the light was so dazzling that they couldn't even see the figure within it. They could only see a sub-human resembling a fusion of a centipede and a lizard, a characteristic once unique to the Demon Race.
Back when various races flourished, the Demon Race was like this—ugly and powerful, like demons from Hell. That's why they were known as the Demon Race.
But now, there were barely any Demons left in the entire world, possibly only a single digit remaining.
In the crowd, only the oldest chaser saw the Old Demon Emperor within the light. He recognized this form, as it had appeared countless times in his dreams, and back when he was in school, it was the portrait imprinted on many books.
