"Fourth-tier Demon Slaves."
A group of cultivators behind Hou Yu drew sharp breaths. They all knew what this meant.
Every cultivator fighting for the Yulong Cultivation World firmly believed that their side would be the ultimate victor of this great war, because the man leading them was named Hou Yu—the youngest and most promising Golden Core True Person the Yulong Cultivation World had seen in thousands of years.
Even if Fourth-Tier Demon Slaves comparable to Golden Core Cultivators appeared among the Demon Slave army, they could still defeat them.
But this was not the final battle. As time passed, the enemy would only grow stronger.
As one ebbed, the other rose.
They had won this time, but what about next time? And the time after that?
Beneath the concealment of that grim, heavy demonic qi, they could not see where the road ahead lay at all.
The atmosphere gradually turned grave. No one spoke again, each silently making preparations for the battle ahead.
The battlefield was like great waves washing away the sand. Those who could stand here now were battle-hardened elites. Before battle, they could let their thoughts wander anywhere, but once the order was given, they would cast everything aside and become slaughtering machines even madder than Demon Slaves.
The warships began adjusting their angles in the sky, scattered at varying heights in an extremely dispersed formation.
They would launch the first wave of attacks, focusing on those high-threat targets.
Beneath the warships, ten thousand Nine Profound Gate disciples, led by their elders, formed small battle formations with one hundred people as the basic unit. These small formations then merged into larger, more versatile battle formations, with thousands and tens of thousands moving as one body.
For this battle, the Yulong Cultivation World had conscripted nearly forty thousand