Just as Luca was about to say something, the artillery fire, which had calmed down somewhat earlier, suddenly intensified.
At the same time, the expressions of everyone present changed. They could feel the presence of several extremely powerful sources of Demonic energy from the direction of the battlefield—not a few, but dozens!
"It's high-level monsters making a move!" Quagmire's smile slowly faded. He tightened his grip on the knife in his hand, while Donlow and Melania furrowed their brows.
These several sources of Demonic energy, converging together, likely represented dozens or even hundreds of monsters. The terrifying aura that gathered from them almost seemed to make the very air change color.
"How could there be so many monsters here? And they're all high-level!" Tuwnken's body started to tremble again. As a Silver-grade priest, a single breath from one of those high-level monsters could probably kill him instantly.