The dark level channel, like a tap with a broken valve, is constantly pouring out of the abyssal level army, which is gathering on the plain deliberately reserved by the human level. When the light of the sun blows away the light morning fog, the abyssal army has gathered at least 400000 troops.

a giant netherron flies out of the plane passage, wearing a black full-length armor that old Zhu is familiar with. That's a death Lord level figure. It looks like the commander of the forward army.

it's a coincidence that the death Lord wrapped in black iron armor is an acquaintance of old Zhu. He caught his eiffels!...