The situation had reached the point where willingness no longer mattered.
Fan Lang forcibly used his control ability to take command of the Corpse Demon Great King. The other had once been one of his incarnations, and an unbreakable connection remained between them. A powerful resonance arose, every particle within their bodies answering one another.
The Corpse Demon Great King struggled violently, but it was futile. His movements grew weaker and weaker until he finally gave up resisting altogether.
After a long while.
"Greetings, Original Body." The Corpse Demon Great King bowed respectfully.
"Congratulations. You've become my incarnation again." Fan Lang smiled.
"Yes. It is my honor."
"Enough nonsense. First, order a retreat. Pull the troops back from the front lines, but don't withdraw blindly. Fight as you fall back and keep the losses to a minimum."
"Understood!"
The Corpse Demon Great King carried out the order. Fan Lang first lifted the spatial restriction, then the Corpse Demon Great King issued commands to the outside.
On a battlefield in the demon realm.
The human army and the Demon Race Army were locked in battle. Both sides fielded enormous forces stretching beyond sight, their numbers measured in the hundreds of millions.
Hundreds of millions of humans and demons collided, producing staggering casualties every second.
Nearly half of the demon forces had been sent by the Corpse Demon Great King. These corpse demons were immensely powerful. Beyond their own strength, they could assimilate humans into corpse demons, bolstering their own ranks. They had set up countless poisonous mist formations across the battlefield, and the mist also had an assimilating effect, causing the human army untold misery.
Midway through the battle, the corpse demon army suddenly changed. They began retreating, gradually withdrawing from the battlefield.
This change directly altered the entire course