The battle over the relics has temporarily come to an end, yet the slaughter within the glacial snow domains has not ceased in the slightest.
It seems as if a hand in the shadows has inscribed the fate of the Demon Clan's resurgence. Although the Treasure Light is temporarily obscured by the Snow Mountain Array, the soaring fate has already been severed by a sword.
However, the demons previously gathered have entrenched themselves here with their Demon Wind's stench. More and more top predators, drawn by the scent of blood and flesh, approach the battlefields of this struggle.
And hordes of demon beasts, driven south by the Great Demon's aura, swarm in from all directions like a tide, hunting and preying upon each other, vying for survival space.
