Glory City had endured months of war.
Countless demon beasts had surged toward the city, but thanks to the efforts of Ye Mo and others, the attacks had been repelled time and time again.
The city walls were scarred with claw marks left by the demon beasts, and the ground below was littered with their corpses, as well as the remains of brave demon spirit masters who had fallen in battle.
To protect the city and preserve their last hope of survival, countless people had thrown themselves into the fight.
Ye Mo stood atop the towering city walls, gazing into the distance.
Glory City now had a population of just over 300,000, and casualties continued to mount with each passing year.
The roars of demon beasts echoed from the distant canyons.
Ye Mo's aged face was etched with deep sorrow.