Meanwhile.
On the battlefield where the allied forces were located.
It had completely turned into a grinder consuming life.
Despite Elara Crimson orchestrating with the precision of the most sophisticated instruments.
The various units of the allied forces fought desperately, dissolving each charge of the Demon Clan's army to the greatest extent.
They even managed to execute some brilliant counterattacks in certain areas.
Yet, the numerical advantage of the Demon Clan was overwhelmingly large.
Like endless waves, one after another.
They feared neither death nor fatigue.
Driven by the will of the Demon God, they furiously assaulted the defensive lines.
"Hold on! Hold it!!"
"Left wing! The left wing has a gap! Cover it, quickly!!"
"Healing! Fast! We need healing here!!"
Roars, screams, explosions, clashing metals, the shriek of energy annihilation…
Various sounds mixed together, playing a concerto of apocalypse.
