"Sigh, everyone has got to love Void, right?" Deep within Din’s consciousness, Void spoke with a wide grin as he watched the little cub he had been guiding slowly drift away from the path fate had intended for him.

Outside...

Din marched onward.

The wind blew past his face as memories of his time in the military flashed through his mind.

The deafening gunshots.

His first gunshot wound.

Battles to the death with enemy soldiers.

Months spent on missions.

Hunting for food.

Packing supplies.

Marching from day to night without rest.

The loud roar of helicopter blades swirling above him.

"What a life..." Din said with a chuckle as he leaped upward.

His body gleamed beneath the sunlight.

The nearby humans paused.

Even the demons looked up at the madman.

Below, all the humans saw was a man wearing nothing but his trousers, soaring into the sky.

His entire body was wrapped in white bandages from head to toe.

His eyes were narrowed.

The sight was particularly striking.

"Ha, maximum effort..." Din spoke with a wide grin as his face briefly overlapped with Void’s within his consciousness.

BAAAANNNGGGG!!!

The ground cracked across hundreds of meters as both humans and demons were launched into the air.

Dust rose toward the heavens.

At the center of it all was a crater more than a hundred meters wide.

Din rolled his shoulders.

Then he slammed his fists together.

BAM!

The air popped like popcorn as he looked toward the fifty middle-level demons that had been thrown into the sky.

Alongside them were nearly two hundred humans, their limbs flailing wildly as they fell.

Din’s voice reverberated across a kilometer of battlefield.

"Hidden martial artists, I need you to save the humans."

"Leave the rest to me."

Steam poured from his mouth as his body temperature rose.

His chest heaved up and down as terrifying energy surged through him.

BOOM!

The ground beneath him bent inward as he jumped.

Like a jet fighter, he shattered the first sound barrier.

He grabbed a demon by its tail and, while still hundreds of meters in the air, hurled it downward at an even greater speed than his own ascent.

The demon’s tail shattered.

Its eyes widened in horror.

Then it crashed violently into the ground.

But Din wasn’t done.

PAAAHHH!

He clapped his hands together, changing direction in midair.

His body shot forward like lightning.

In an instant, he reached another demon.

This time, he placed his hand against its chest.

Memories surfaced.

The image was blurry, but it was enough.

Something like this had happened before.

But Din neither worried nor cared.

His hand pierced through the demon’s chest and reached its throat.

He grabbed its jaw.

Then pulled.

The head tore free from the chest.

PANG!

They say lightning follows thunder.

On this battlefield, after thunder came a rain of blood.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Shockwaves spread across a ten-kilometer radius as Din moved.

Blood rained from the sky while the number of dead demons rapidly increased.

One dead.

Then two.

Then ten.

Then hundreds.

Din alone had become a force of nature.

With him leading the charge, those still hiding finally grinned.

"We can’t let this kid surpass us, right?" one expert said with a chuckle as he moved.

He matched the speed of the falling humans, catching them before gradually descending back toward the ground.

"Sigh, can’t we just fake it until the end?" a lean, thin man muttered.

His beard was rough, but his eyes shone with brilliance.

He crouched.

Then vanished.

To the humans around him, he became nothing but a blur.

The demon standing before them suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

One.

Two.

Three.

More hidden experts emerged.

Among the tens of millions fighting on the battlefield, those who had concealed themselves finally stepped forward.

The tide of war slowly began to turn.

Far away, at least a thousand kilometers from the battlefield, atop a massive wall estimated to be over seventy kilometers tall...

Two figures stood calmly while observing the war.

"I told you they would come out," one of them said.

The man was clad in full armor.

Beside him stood a woman wearing a long flowing dress decorated with sharp spikes around her curves.

Light armor protected her waist and knees.

"You sure did," she replied with a chuckle.

"Even the worst criminals are saving humans."

"What happened to them?" she asked with a sly smile.

"Who knows?" the armored man shrugged.

"Maybe decades of hiding softened them."

The woman rolled her eyes.

"I doubt it."

"I really do."

She narrowed her eyes as she watched the battlefield.

"You know, if the Grand Malard would have just release me, this war would be over already," she said helplessly.

"True," the man replied.

"But you know why that won’t happen."

"They have beings just as strong as us on the other side."

"If we move, the conflict will escalate immediately."

"And when that happens..."

"The Super City is as good as gone."

The woman rolled her eyes again.

"Yes, yes. I’m aware."

"I just grieve for the soldiers we’ll lose."

The man burst into laughter.

"Hah! You don’t care about anyone but yourself."

"Why would you grieve for them?"

"Just admit you want to drink the demons’ blood, you freak."

The woman responded with a charming smile.

She swayed her hips slightly.

"So what if I do?"

"It doesn’t matter."

"Hehe."

"All of you are dying to make a move anyway."

The man fell silent for a moment.

Then he grinned.

"Who wouldn’t be?"

"We weren’t allowed to go to the frontlines because of the Grand Malard."

"And now that the war has finally reached us..."

"We’ll be able to fight."

"Good."

The woman’s smile widened.

"Then none of you better hold me back."

"I want to rip them apart."

"And make them crawl beneath my feet."

She slowly raised one of her soft, glossy feet toward the sky.

A dangerous light gleamed within her eyes.