C258 Great Army Pressing down

Under a clear, expansive sky, a languid air hung over the ramparts of Daemonhold. A few Sky Fiend demons surveyed the bustling entrance below, casually conversing as they watched their kin come and go.

"Do you reckon Zhenlei and Chu Feng will show up again today?" one Heavensbane demon asked another, peering into the distance.

"I bet they will. I can't figure out what's up with those two