"Yes!" Yao Erlang accepted the order again, not daring to say another word. He turned and swiftly organized the terrified army of one hundred thousand to withdraw to the Demon Realm at top speed. At the same time, he could not help secretly counting himself lucky. If he had not happened to be guarding this place, he feared he too would have been among those sacrificed at the critical moment.
The hundred-thousand-strong army withdrew in a mighty stream. The entrance to the Demon Realm was not particularly wide, so it became rather crowded, but their retreat was not slow, pouring back into the Demon Realm like a rushing current. Sanye the Demon Lord stood atop a mound, silently watching everything before him. He recalled the days when he had commanded troops across the Three Realms in high spirits, then looked at the panicked retreat of today. He had never imagined such a scene even in his dreams, and his heart brimmed with grief and indignation.
After arranging everything, Yao Erlang quietly walked behind Sanye the Demon Lord and called out, "Devil Lord! You should go back first! I'll stay behind to cover the retreat."
Sanye the Demon Lord let out a long breath. "No need. Nothing will happen for the moment, and besides, I still need to wait until the army has withdrawn before sealing the Demon Realm." But as soon as his words fell, he suddenly spun around, his expression changing drastically. "Not good! Yao Erlang, stop him!"
With a flash of his figure, he shot straight toward the entrance to the Demon Realm. With one punch, boom, he blasted the crowded army at the entrance into flying flesh and blood, instantly carving out an opening. Panicked, chaotic screams rang out in a chorus. No one knew what had