"Fight! We must fight these demons!" a middle-aged man shouted, waving a hoe, his voice raspy with rage. His face was smeared with blood—the marks of battle—yet his eyes burned with a firm conviction, like a torch in the dark.
"Yes! Fight!" the villagers echoed. Their voices converged into a formidable force. Bound together, hand in hand, they clashed fiercely with the Demon race warriors. However, the disparity in strength was too great; the villagers gradually faltered, falling one by one into pools of their own blood.
"Hahaha! You mortals think you can stand against us, the Demon race? How utterly delusional!" a Demon warrior laughed, his voice dripping with contempt and mockery. He swung his massive blade, and a cold flash of light decapitated a villager. The head rolled across the ground, the eyes still fixed in a gaze of lingering fury and resentment.
Chapter 98