The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"Yes, but if you've dealt with creatures like cockroaches, you should know that the bugs you crush are always just the tip of the iceberg in the house."

Looking at the speechless Ticky, Lumier withdrew his gaze from him and looked out to the sea not far away.

The waves washing the beach remained calm, like oil paint flowing on canvas. Yet, the calmer it was, the more it signified the storm hidden beneath the undercurrents was vast.

"The Demon King did not order us to set off immediately, we have enough time to prepare... or, if you're afraid, you can also withdraw."

Leaving behind Ticky, who was tangled with indecision, Lumier turned alone and walked towards the forest at the edge of the beach.

"The weather is about to change."

"We should leave."

...

The sky changed.

This time it really changed.

The waves that washed the beach gradually turned into massive waves over tens of meters high. The howling wind among the Sun Step Mountain Range echoed like an unending dragon's roar. The land of seven million square kilometers stood like an isolated island within the storm, enduring the gnawing of chaotic currents from the Subspace.

No one doubted.

Only silent prayers remained.

In the Central Desert, at the Sand Ridge Tribe's camp, the Lizardmen of the Sand Ridge Clan were bustling around, curling their tails and moving the final supplies underground.

The yellow sand roared into the sky, forming clouds that covered the heavens. The icy winds danced like blades, as if to tear the entire land apart.

The dazzling sun had completely disappeared, leaving only a trace of blood-red twilight, casting its light on the tightened tents and bare stone huts.

Only a few hours remained before the "Three-Day Promise," and the collapse of the Great Barrier seemed to be coming even earlier than the Demon King's proclamation.

The Sand Ridge Clan's Priest looked up to the sky, the roaring yellow sand reflected in her clouded pupils, her lips quivering slightly.

So alike...

The scene reflected in her pupils at this moment was almost identical to the catastrophic event carved in the mural a thousand years ago!

"Oh, Lord Demon King..."

Is this your power?

Deeply subdued by the pressure, she silently prayed in her heart.

No one knew.

That was not the Demon King's power.

Nor was it anyone's power.

But rather, it was everyone's.

The teleportation array on the outskirts of the camp faintly glowed, followed by a flash of eerie green light. A golden silhouette swiftly emerged on the teleportation array.

As soon as Aisemata Hamaka appeared, she raised her hand to shield herself from the fierce winds carrying flying sand and stones. Her robe fluttered wildly in the wind.

Her gaze shifted, quickly passing over the seething sand dust, and saw General Cassa, directing the clan's evacuation through the tumultuous camp.

At this moment, she was brandishing the bronze scimitar in her hand, leading the elite warriors of the clan, guiding the migrating convoy to the underground passage on the south side of the dunes.

"Water pouches first! And fuel! We need to last at least seven days underground, possibly longer! The Demon King will support us, but we cannot always rely on others for help!"

"Fourth search team! Go check the camp again; a mother can't find her egg! Move quickly!!"

"Cassa, General."

Upon hearing the voice, Cassa immediately turned around and, seeing it was the Clan Mother, knelt on one knee at once.

"Clan Mother! You are finally back safely; I almost sent people to look for you—"

"No need for formalities, stand up, then tell me how the evacuation is going. Is anyone missing?" Aisemata asked directly, not waiting for her to stand up.

"Everything is proceeding as planned! The main force and women and children are already in the underground shelter. Except for a few careless ones losing their eggs, there have been no oversights! Currently, there are only cleanup units left in the camp, and the last two formations are still loading supplies—it should be done in at most another fifteen minutes!"

Cassa, rising as she spoke, pressed hard on the hood over her head, the sand beating against her leather armor and making it creak.

Before her words were finished, a flash of lightning brightened the sky, instantly tearing through the dark clouds, followed by a thunderous roar that struck her chest, setting her heart and soul adrift.

Cassa abruptly looked up, her pupils contracting, unable to suppress the hint of fear flaring within her resolute eyes.

She had always vowed to fear none, daring to pursue the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's army of a hundred thousand even when outnumbered.

But the pressure descending from the heavens was ultimately not of mortal power...

She felt it.

A terrifying presence was watching them.

"Clan Mother... is this... really the Demon King's power?" Swallowing a mouthful with difficulty, Cassa trembled as she spoke.

Aisemata raised her head, gazing at the sky torn asunder by lightning, her eyes filled with astonishment and panic... but ultimately, they transformed into reverence, devotion, and, at last, serenity.

"Yes, Cassa... that is the power of Lord Demon King."

Retracting her gaze from the firmament, she looked at the fearful General, speaking with awe not terror.

"But there is no need for fear!"

"His roar is to shatter the shackles chained around our necks for millennia, to lead us out of the swaddling clothes given by the Dragon God."

The howling wind grew more ferocious.

Aisemata closed her eyes, her claws clasped together tightly, a newfound devotion never before seen on her face, praying with the fervor of a zealot.

"At this moment, we only need to offer Him our prayers—"

"Our rebirth will come after the baptism of the storm!"

...

The surface was in a stormy uproar.

Underground, it was equally deafening!

The solid granite walls trembled restlessly as the Lizardmen huddled in the corners, eyes tightly shut, praying silently.