"The Demon Race is attacking!" The panicked cry was like a bucket of icy water, instantly extinguishing the festive joy of the banquet. Panic-stricken, the crowd still wore traces of their prior happiness, which was now replaced by terror. Qin Zhizhi and Yin Sichen abruptly stood up. Their gazes met, and both saw solemn gravity in each other's eyes. Without time for words, they immediately released their spiritual awareness, and an overwhelming pressure instantly enveloped the entire Alliance Base.
However, it was all too late. The defensive arrays on the outer perimeter of the Alliance Base were like paper, instantly collapsing under the erosion of the demonic energy. The black demonic energy rolled like a surging wave, carrying a world-destroying might as it poured crazily into the base. Sharp shrieks, deafening explosions, and one piercing scream after another intertwined to create a scene resembling a living hell.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Qin Zhizhi's cold voice echoed through the entire base, like a flash of lightning in the dark night that instantly ignited the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts. With a flash, Yin Sichen had already appeared atop the base's city wall. Wielding the long sword in his hand, his fierce sword Qi transformed into streaks of light that slaughtered the vanguard of the Demon Race.
Chapter 41