"Woo... woo... woo..."

The low sound of the horn spread over the Demonic Wilderness, and upon hearing the war command, the Demon Legion throughout the mountains and fields instantly sped up.

In the distance, the enormous Demon Realm's Gate flickered with ominous Black Light, and strands of black runes appeared faintly from the gate — the logistics unit of the Demon Tribe was busy calibrating the gate's descending position!

At the forefront of the legion, dozens of powerful figures stood quietly not far from the Demon Realm's Gate, their bodies radiating Demonic Qi and a strong aura, assertively expanding and seemingly silently proclaiming the formidable martial power of this group of warriors!

They are undoubtedly the sharp blade and vanguard of the Demon Tribe Army!

The Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons!

And...

The Third Generation Seed of Destruction, Third Generation Seed of Plague, and Third Generation Seed of Flames!

...

Though the entire vanguard troops consist of only dozens in size, they were clearly divided into two factions.

On one side, led by the Level 5 squad captain of the Ancient Demon Glory, was the Level 5 Ancient Demon Special Ops Squad, making up most of the troops. They were staring intently ahead at the soon-to-be-opened Demon Realm's Gate, the orderly array and solemn military presence demonstrating high discipline and tactical excellence.

However, from another perspective, this may also be a form of escape...

Escaping from the terrifying aura exuding from the other three Demon Fiends!

The aura of the dozens of troops merged together but was utterly suppressed by just three Demon Fiends, not daring to move recklessly.

Fortunately, the other three Demon Fiends hardly paid any attention to this low-level group.

The menacing bone armor covered all over, littered with tiny crimson bizarre patterns, with dual horns on the forehead emitting pure white flames!

At this moment, the grotesque-looking Bone Demon was clutching a fiercely blazing Blaze in its hands. The Blaze, like an elf, danced continuously in the Bone Demon's hands, being randomly squashed flat and rounded, until shortly afterwards, transforming into the form of an Ancient Demon.

"Does it look like that weakling leader over there..."

The Bone Demon stretched out its hand, showcasing the Blaze to its companions, possibly speaking a bit loudly, successfully attracting the squad captain's gaze from the Ancient Demon Glory Squad.

Upon seeing the Blaze model in the Bone Demon's hands, the squad captain twitched his mouth severely—a clear representation of himself at the moment!

"Not bad, also, Third Generation Flames, I need to remind you, we're comrades after all, don't let things get too tense..."

The Ancient Demon spawn next to the Bone Demon remarked, with a calm tone, just stating a fact without any mocking or warning attached.

"Tsk..."

The Third Generation Flames sneered disdainfully, then the Blaze in its hands changed shape again.

A perfect physique, pitch-black Scale Armor, four grotesquely sturdy arms, a pair of pure black wings akin to bat wings, a tail bristling with barbs, and a black crystal on the forehead symbolizing the identity of a demon spawn...

And on the chest, a black strange object, pulsating like a seed.

"This is you, Zero."

The Bone Demon raised its hand again, a grotesque smile hung on its menacing face.

"Does it look alike?"

Zero—the Third Generation Seed of Destruction, glanced at the miniature model in the Third Generation Flames' hands, nodding expressionlessly.

The indifferent attitude was concealed in no way.

The Third Generation Flames didn't feel discouraged either, as the Blaze in its hand reshaped again until condensing into a bizarre, sloppy thing resembling sludge.

"This is you, Plague, honestly, you really look ugly."

The Third Generation Flames taunted, then took the Blaze in its hands to its side—its empty side.

"Glug glug..."

The sound like bubbles bursting came from underground, then a large splatter of black substance resembling oil spurted out from under the earth.

As soon as the sticky black liquid surfaced, it rapidly began coagulating, like a massive piece of rubber softening to its extreme, swiftly deforming until morphing into a three-meter-tall slouching sludge monster!

The stinking, rotten odor began spreading...

Smelling this scent, the squad members of Ancient Demon Glory all retreated half a step, seemingly afraid of something.

"Looks just like indeed..."

A gentle, pleasing female voice emerged from the sludge monster's body, its extremely contrasting voice and appearance made all the Demon Fiends present feel a chilling sensation.

The Third Generation Seed of Plague...

Rumor has it this Demon Fiend was once a famously pretty Ancient Demon, yet after choosing to merge with the Third Generation Seed of Plague, this Demon Fiend was contaminated by the immense plague energy, transforming into this repulsive form within a short time.

However, while sacrificing its appearance, it also obtained terrifying power enough to make all life forms tremble in fear!

After crawling out from beneath the earth, the Third Generation Seed of Plague never went back down, just slouched limply on the ground like a small black mound.

The Third Generation Seed of Flames was preoccupied with shaping the Blaze model, seemingly enjoying itself.

As for Zero—the Third Generation Seed of Destruction, it squinted its eyes, carefully calculating the imminent battle.

As the only somewhat normal among the three Demon Fiends, Zero unknowingly assumed the responsibility of squad leader—though, given the strength of the three "seeds," teaming up action itself is a tremendous waste of combat power!