At the same time.

In the depths of the seventh layer of the Demon Abyss, there lies a massive palace complex made of bones and lava.

The main hall is currently filled with a raging aura.

"Roar——!!!!"

A terrifying roar erupted from the depths of the palace.

The entire Demon Palace and even the surrounding thousands of miles of territory shook violently.

Countless Low-tier Demons attached here disintegrated directly from the roar, turning into pure Demonic Qi absorbed by the palace.

On the throne of the palace, the large figure that originally sat there has now risen.

He is the Demon God, who previously attempted to descend to the Angel World through an incomplete passage, only to have his arm severed by Lazuli’s sword...

The Demon God, Esha.

His true form is even more terrifying than the arm that reached out.

His body stands hundreds of feet tall.

Composed of countless twisting shadows, continuously peeling and regenerating corrupted flesh, and bone spikes shimmering with metallic cold light.

His head bears three pairs of sinister curved horns of varying lengths.

His face is hidden within a churning mist of chaos, with only six purple eyes blazing with fury visible.

At this moment.

At his right shoulder blade, where the arm was originally connected.

There is only an ugly wound oozing corrosive dark purple Demon Blood.

The edge of the wound still bears traces of extremely stubborn Destruction Energy.

"Ants... dare to harm me!!!"

Esha’s mind shook the entire seventh layer of the Demon Abyss, the fury in his six eyes nearly tangible.

"That Angel... that sword..."

"And that damn world’s aura of empowerment... I will remember!"

"Next time I see you, I will extract your souls and torture them eternally!"

"Consume that world completely!"

In his rage, the Demonic Qi around him surged wildly.

Transforming into torrents of black Destruction, indiscriminately impacting everything within his domain.

And this anomaly naturally attracted the attention of certain non-Demon Clan entities.

On the outskirts of the Demon Palace, a hidden and primitive base converted from an abandoned mine.

A few humans, dressed in worn clothing with faces smeared with special mud to block Demonic Qi.

Held their breaths in concentration, observing through crude observation slots.

Gazing toward the distant Demon Palace, turbulent with Demonic Qi and shaking intensely.

In their eyes, there was no fear of Demon Beasts, only calm observation and faintly suppressed excitement.

"Demon God’s chaos... extreme anger... the Demon Palace area is nearly destroyed..."

One of them whispered, quickly recording everything observed.

"No doubt, Esha is really injured, and the wound is not minor!"

"To anger a Demon God like this, the loss must be huge! Could it be another Demon God acted?"

"Unlikely."

The leading middle-aged man shook his head.

"Conflicts between Demon Gods are rare. Earlier, I sensed some spatial fluctuations."

"This injury is likely sustained in another realm! But we can’t rule out other possibilities."

"In any case, let’s send the information back and let the leader decide!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the command, the others responded in unison.

Then, like shadows, they melted into the darkness, heading deeper into the base.

And this intelligence passed through several hands, finally reaching a highly concealed ruin deep within the Demon Abyss.

This is a camp.

Its name is...

Hearthfire!

Also, the most crucial human survival base in the Demon Abyss.

The information was delivered to a simple stone house in the center of the camp.

Inside, a figure cloaked in a large black robe stood, shrouded in shadow, contemplating a rough stone wall.

On the wall hung two carefully preserved portraits.

The left portrait depicted a young man with resolute eyes and handsome features.

He is Aster Grant.

Next to the portrait, some vague prophecies and descriptions were annotated in ancient text.

The right portrait portrayed a beautiful woman with long chestnut hair.

Her smile was gentle and sweet; she was Clara.

The reporting warrior knelt on one knee respectfully and spoke:

"Leader, Esha has been confirmed severely injured, triggering large-scale tremors in the Demon Abyss."

The figure in the black robe quivered slightly.

A Demon God severely wounded?

Upon confirming the veracity of the news, a breath seemed to quicken under the spacious hood.

She settled for a long while before waving to dismiss the reporting warrior.

The stone house returned to silence, with only the dim candlelight flickering, elongating her shadow on the stone wall.

She slowly approached the stone wall bearing the portraits of Aster Grant and Clara.

Then extended her slender fingers, gently caressing Clara’s portrait.

"Ancestor..."

She spoke softly, her voice clear and pleasant yet tinged with confusion.

"Does the Savior you spoke of, capable of leading us out of darkness and defeating Demon Gods... really exist?"

Her gaze shifted to Aster Grant’s portrait:

"Following your clues, Hearthfire has searched for so many years, traversed countless perilous corners of the Demon Abyss..."

"Yet we’ve never found any trace of Lord Aster Grant, has he... could he have already..."

She paused, refraining from voicing the conjecture.

Instead, after a prolonged silence, she expressed the hardship of these years.

"Through the years, I’ve led Hearthfire, surviving like rats in the cracks of the Demon Abyss."

"The Demon Abyss is vast, and the Demon God too powerful."

"Every operation is cautious; every gain is insignificant, yet the sacrifices are unceasing..."

"Can I truly see hope for victory?"

"Does the Human Race really have the chance to return to the light?"

The stone wall remained silent, the portraits wordless.

Only the candlelight crackled, reflecting her lonely figure.

Afterward, she seemed to break free from her despondency, her gaze regaining firmness.

She removed the wide hood, revealing an astonishing visage.

Chestnut hair like fine silk draped smoothly over her shoulders.

Her features exquisitely beautiful, skin so pale it seemed to glow faintly in the gloom of the Demon Abyss.

Especially her eyes, identical to those in Clara’s portrait, though filled with worry, remained breathtakingly beautiful.

Her appearance bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to the image of Clara.

She is Clara’s direct descendant.

Also, the current leader of the human resistance in the Demon Abyss, "Hearthfire"...

Clara Hollis.

"Regardless..."

Clara Hollis took a deep breath, pulling her hood back down to hide her captivating looks.

"Esha’s injury is an opportunity!"

"Whoever injured him proves Demon Gods are not invincible."

"We must seize this chance, find a way to defeat the Demon God!"

She moved to a simple desk in the corner of the stone house, beginning to swiftly draft new directives.

"Continue closely monitoring Esha and the movements of the Demon Clan under him."

"Connected with other bases, share information, search for a way to defeat the Demon God."

"The Human Race will win!"

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