Immediately, more guardians joined the battle. Without hesitation, they trampled over the Little Inferior Demon, each step filled with determination and anger. After the third person trampled it, the Little Inferior Demon's moans grew so faint they were almost inaudible.
The Fiery Demon witnessed all of this, a cold glint flashing in its eyes. The human rebellion was expected, but in its eyes, this was merely the death throes of its prey. As long as it utterly crushed those who dared to resist, the Shelter's will to fight would crumble.
Three brave Shelter guardians charged through the defensive line set by the Little Inferior Demons without hesitation. At the same time, a number of civilians also joined the counterattack. They raised pitchforks, sickles, and hoes—farming tools that had now become weapons in their hands.
