The crowd adopted a solemn glance, all aware of the gravity and urgency of the situation. The formidable combat power and endless tactics exhibited by the Demon Clan had overturned their previous understanding.

Even the proudest Immortal now had to admit that the Demon Clan was a top force in the Three Realms, on par with the Heavenly Court.

Some even began to doubt whether waging this war had been a mistake.

Looking at the Demon Clan, after gaining control of the situation, everyone present secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was close. If the Heavenly Court’s plot had succeeded, our defenses would have crumbled," a Demon King said, still shaken.

Just now, he had been completely at a loss, unsure of how to deal with the crisis. Fortunately, the Shituo King had made a decisive move, which promptly thwarted the Heavenly Court’s plan.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but glance at the standing Shituo King, thinking to himself that it was no wonder the other could become the Great Sage of the Demon Race, commanding so many monsters on the front lines with such composure that he couldn’t match.

"It’s still the Demon Master and His Majesty who are far-sighted. They started forging the Demon Banner since ancient times, which has led to today’s accomplishment. Otherwise, as the saying goes, ’without rice, even the cleverest housewife cannot cook’—I wouldn’t have had any solution," the Shituo King said with a sigh.

"However, this has disrupted our previous arrangements. We must hurry to move the traps and the hidden supplies, or it’ll be bad if the enemy gets wind of them," the Peng Demon King cautioned prudently.

"Rest assured, Great Saint, we have deployed our measures immediately. When it comes to familiarity with these woods, even the Mountain God and Earth God with their divine roles are no match for us," someone reassured.

"Be ready. I predict that the Heavenly Court will make their move soon; then we will show them what we are made of."

"Don’t worry, Great Saint. This time, I’ll surely make them regret it," assured another.

News from the front lines reached the Demon Capital. Countless monsters celebrated joyously, many taking to the streets to sing and dance, demonstrating their joy in the simplest of actions to celebrate this great victory.

An elderly monster, watching this joyful scene, involuntarily shed tears.

"Old man, on such a joyful day, why are you crying?" someone asked, puzzled.

The elder wiped his tears and said, "I have lived for hundreds of years, always in humiliation. Those Heavenly Soldiers and Generals and Immortals from the Heavenly Court treated us like animals to be slaughtered at will. Our noble race, existing since ancient times, was reduced to being humiliated by others."

"Many among us completely despaired during these dark times. Some hid in the mountains, others even ended their lives. Only I struggled on to survive until today." The old man’s eyes flickered with memories, seemingly transporting him back to ancient times.

"However, I have finally lived to see this day, the day we stand up. When I die, I can proudly tell my old friends that we have ushered in a new era," he said, visibly moved, his tone wistful yet his eyes exceptionally bright.

For those who are numb, merely surviving might be enough. But for those with aspirations, living through dark times is profoundly sad.

They saw the darkness, felt the despair, and cried out in hopes of awakening the numb Demon Clan, but all was in vain. They were unwilling, regretful, and died holding onto their faith and hope.

Such people are truly the backbone of a race, able to bear civilization and transmit spirit, allowing a race to maintain a shred of hope amid the torment of suffering until the day comes when heaven and earth are transformed.

No matter where they were born, they could be called heroes.

Those around listened to the old man’s tales, feeling the bygone past, each with a solemn expression. When the weight of history hit them, no one could take it lightly—such was the force that could shake hearts.

One of the Demon Clan, a refined and gentle figure, suddenly bowed deeply to the old man.

"You must not do this, sir!" the old man quickly waved his hand.

He recognized the clothes of this young man, which belonged to a student from Bailu Academy, a name that was now highly renowned within the Demon Capital.

In the current Demon Court, voices of Bailu Academy students could be seen in every department, to the extent that it was said only a graduate from Bailu Academy could hold a significant position within the Demon Court.

Moreover, these individuals were highly respected among the Demon Clan for their wisdom and literary skills, and many addressed them as ’Sir.’

"Old sir, your gesture is deserving. If it weren’t for your perseverance in the darkness, your cries in despair, perhaps my Demon Clan would still be wallowing in the abyss of darkness for many more years. The current prosperity of the Demon Clan owes much to your efforts," said the young scholar with utmost respect, his words filled with admiration for these people.

Shock flickered over the old man’s face as he nervously asked, "Did what we did really have such a significant impact?"

He was unsure because they had simply acted out of their hearts, believing it to be right. However, the lack of change over the years made many of them think their efforts had been futile.

"Indeed, if it weren’t for people like you holding up the backbone of our Demon Clan, ensuring that we never succumbed, even if the Demon Emperor revived and all the saints returned, it would still be inadequate. You preserved the ember for our race, leading to the roaring flames we see today!" the young man said, pointing to the joyful people around him.

The old man, watching this merry scene, felt tears welling up in his eyes and murmured, "It’s wonderful, so wonderful!"

A similar sigh came from the Demon Court Imperial Palace. The Demon Master, watching the cheerful scene within the city, murmured, "How delightful!"

Years of perseverance finally bore fruit. The moment the battlefront reports came through, the Demon Master understood that the Demon Clan had risen within the Three Realms, and no force dared to underestimate this race any longer.

The era when ’demon’ was a term of disparagement had passed never to return. Even though armies were still pressing in and the war was not yet over, the Demon Clan had proven their strength to everyone—the times had changed, Luzhou in the North belonged to the Demon Clan, and no one else could lay a claim to it.

"Master Demon Master, I heard that there are even lanterns tonight to pray for the soldiers at the front, and many merchants are voluntarily donating to support the frontline efforts!" a demon, acting as secretary to the Demon Master, said with a smile.

He was a graduate from Bailu Academy and was honored to be selected as the secretary to the Demon Master, helping the old man handle various paperwork. Although not a high position, his status was very esteemed.

After all, in today’s Demon Clan, everyone knew that the Demon Master was a tremendously influential figure, truly second to none in authority over the Demon Clan’s affairs.