This battle had an enormous impact on the armies of the Three Realms. In truth, only a little over three billion troops had died on the spot, but as people stampeded over people in the rout, most of the army scattered. Many had not died in the fighting, only to be picked off bit by bit by the people of the Demon Realm after their forces had been dispersed.
When Wu Feng gathered the troops again, he discovered that of the more than one hundred billion men he had brought in, only a little over forty billion remained. This completely panicked him. He began to doubt whether he could lead these remaining troops to wipe out the remnants of the Demon Realm.
So he once again apologized to Yue Qianchou and wished to beg him to act personally. But this time, Yue Qianchou showed him no kindness. He said bluntly, "Either lead the army to victory, or withdraw midway and bear the consequences of your failure. I will not support a useless piece of trash to rule the Three Realms. With the Demon Realm included, it should be ruling the Four Realms."
There were two paths, life and death, and Wu Feng naturally chose life. He could only grit his teeth and prepare to settle victory and defeat with the demonic army. But the twenty-odd remaining God-tier experts refused. They said that if he kept playing things this way, they would all be dragged down with him.
Thus, these people held Wu Feng back and, without Yue Qianchou's knowledge, came up with a crooked idea. Leading the remaining forty billion troops, they ignored the interference of the elites led by the Seven Demon Kings and charged directly at the Devil Palace, which they had scarcely dared to face. They intended