Outside the Demon Tower, two colossal demons were locked in a fierce battle on either side of a broken earthen wall that extended outwards.

On one side of the earthen wall, a frenzied, scarlet shockwave raged and swirled through the space.

The air currents created by the flying iron filings and dust collided violently, triggering wave after wave of howling hurricanes.

Wrightton, at the center of the blood storm, remained calm and composed.

While resisting the aura generated by Yem, it threw punches and engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the enraged Vladimir.

The clash of fists produced an exhilarating combat experience.

At least that's true for Vladimir.

On the other side of the earthen wall, Yem continued to pound the earth.

The already uneven land, riddled with pits and ravines, became even more loose and turbulent under its impact.

Dry, dusty winds swept across the land, shrouded in a sky as thick as ink.

The dust couldn't be dispersed; instead, it accumulated and thickened.

With each step Yem took, the storm he stirred up made the surrounding winds run wild.

Hera moved swiftly through the dust storm like a ghost.

Her legs, hidden beneath the skirt, swiftly and nimbly traversed one ravine after another.

Just as she was struggling to escape from the edge of a deep pit, Yem's enormous foot crashed down.

The demon watched Hera flee, and every now and then it would flick out a long, foul-smelling tongue to lick her face.

But each time, a large patch of sharp bone spurs would grow from behind Hera, attempting to pierce her tongue.

In the ensuing standoff, neither side could gain the upper hand for the time being.

Hera frowned, but her figure never stopped even in the dust storm.

She gritted her teeth and began to complain with disgust:

"Damn it, how could something like this exist?"

Hera was extremely troubled by this lustful demon.

No matter how cleverly she tried to circumvent the danger, she was always detected by the astute enemy.

This reaction speed is simply not commensurate with its size.

Nevertheless, in battles against demons, Hera could always sense that they weren't giving it their all.

The demon displayed an imposing aura and immense power.

However, when releasing its power, it seemed as if it was deliberately holding back, not unleashing its full potential.

In the instant she dodged the attack, Hera's gaze once again turned to the distance.

Through the broken earthen wall, she gazed at the crimson battlefield.

The fighting there was equally fierce.

Even amidst the sweeping crimson storm, the protruding azure ice spikes still faintly revealed the presence of icy magic.

The giant crocodile was surrounded by frantic iron filings, colliding with the ice on the ground and sending up bursts of ice crystals and snowflakes.

However, no matter how fierce the battle became, the two demons never left the Demon Tower.

It's as if they are guarding the magic tower to prevent it from being destroyed or invaded by outsiders.

Hera's neck hairs stood on end in fright, and she jerked to one side.

boom!

The enormous tongue embedded itself in the earth and carved a hole in the ground.

Yem stuck out his tongue and clenched his fist.

"My beauty, don't get distracted while fighting."

Yem said this.

Despite his nonchalant tone, he was inwardly extremely frustrated.

They are strictly forbidden from harming humans and can only deter intruders by driving them away.

If they violate the rules, the lady who knows their real names will take back all their power.

That's just outrageous.

Although they were all demons, the woman knew the true names of each of them.

This undoubtedly creates a clear inequality among them.

Indeed, the Demon Tower cannot allow these humans to get close.

At least its secrets must not be discovered by these humans.

Strictly speaking, the "demon" in "Demon Tower" does not refer to the word "magic".

Although it was primarily designed in the style of a magic tower, to be precise...

This is the "Demon Tower," used to imprison the seven primordial demons.

Both Yem and Leitton's power and consciousness are sealed within this tower.

They can only be subordinate to the magic tower and obey the orders of their master.

For demons, this is both a constraint and a protection.

They lost their original freedom.

But this also prevented them from losing all their memories and powers once they fell, like the original demons before them.

Take Yem as an example. Although the name remains the same, once it dies, it is no longer the Yem it is today.

Imprisoned within the Demon Tower, it can avoid this cycle of rebirth.

Because demons are essentially consciousness entities formed from the aggregation of magical power.

The seventy-layered structure of the Magic Tower distributes and stores their power, with each layer carrying a portion, up to a maximum of ten layers.

If they want to go outside, they only need to use the power of one layer.

If they do this, even if they are defeated, they will only lose one-tenth of their strength.

This loss is nothing at all.

By absorbing some negative emotions or desires, one can recover quickly.

Even if only one-tenth remains, as long as it hasn't completely disappeared, there's still a chance to replenish it.

Therefore, in a sense, the demons should also thank Heni.

Without the magic tower she painstakingly built, they would probably still be wandering.

They might encounter danger at any time and be wiped out as a group.

However, what if someone harbors ill intentions and is powerful enough?

Once they enter the Demon Tower, they may be able to defeat these demons directly.

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