The moment scouts confirmed Aurelius was hiding inside Roaring Storm Church, that vast obsidian army pivoted and rolled toward the distant monastery.

Where the demon army marched, rivers curdled, mountains darkened, and every blade of grass shriveled to powder.

Veils of demonic aura blotted out the sun until even the thunderclouds wore mourning black.

Inside Roaring Storm Church, a breathless scout skidded across the flagstones and knelt before Aurelius. Bad news, King Aurelius! The Demonic Soul Army and tens of thousands of Demonic Cultivators are on their way here. They’re expected to arrive within a day!

A pall of dread passed over every gathered defender.

Though they, too, numbered one hundred thousand, their odds against an equal host of demonic souls, relentless Demonic Cultivators, and the Human Immortal Realm Soul Devourer were perilous at best.

Aurelius clenched his fist, voice ringing like tempered steel. “Comrades, the enemy stands at our gates. Today’s battle decides whether level six lives or crumbles. Those who wish to fight beside me-follow me to meet our foes!”