Fireballs, ice blades, and lightning awns wove together like an elemental tempest, sweeping toward the Stele Demon swarm and further suppressing their offensive.
But contrary to everyone's expectations, the Stele Demons did not behave like brainless beasts, charging madly into the barrage. On the contrary, after sensing that the Ice Extreme Pass Camp's defenses were abnormally fierce and their own casualties were constantly increasing, they actually slowed their assault, step by step retreating beyond artillery range. From afar they stared at the Ice Extreme Pass Camp, pitch‑black eyes devoid of any manic frenzy, only a bone‑deep chill, like patient hunters lying in wait, quietly hibernating for the perfect moment to strike.
Seeing this scene, the soldiers in the camp felt their fear of the Stele Demons deepen another layer.
These Stele Demons were not only powerful, they possessed intelligence and patience far beyond imagination, much more terrifying than they had anticipated.
