Two days later.
Outside the walls of the Restorer fortress, in the wilderness, patterns resembling ripples in water appeared.
An Eastern Barbarian bandit emerged from the chaotic time-space flux, looking around carefully.
Then, more bandits arrived in this historical slice, a total of thirty or forty people!
Their eyes were all pitch-black, and their bodies faintly emanated a dark aura.
Clearly, these were demons that roamed the time-space flux, having stumbled upon this place by accident.
The leading bandit was very tall, wearing a blood-red demon mask, and wielded a large naginata, his malevolent eyes scanning the surroundings.
"How strange, this is merely a small historical slice, yet it's unobstructed...
"And moreover, there is a familiar aura here.
"It's a slice that has been invaded before but has been retaken by the Restorers!
"But why haven't the Restorers sealed off this slice? Fools!"