He had already overestimated the strength of the Human Heavenly Court, but only after truly clashing with them did he realize—he had still underestimated them.
This contingent of Demon Race soldiers stationed along the perimeter
might not have been the finest trump-card force under the command of him and his brother, but they were still an elite army, handpicked from thousands and drilled over long years.
Whether in discipline, combat skills, or coordination, they had long surpassed the so-called "main forces" beneath most demon kings in the present Primordial World.
Yet such a force
had not even lasted the time it took for an incense stick to burn before showing signs of crumbling like collapsing earth and shattered tiles.
What shook him even more was—
the Human Heavenly Court's formations were exquisitely crafted, their transitions lightning-fast, their cooperation seamless as heaven-woven cloth.
It was a system of formations he had never heard of or seen in the ancient era.
Clearly, it had not been inherited from ancient methods, but newly created in this age—and its mastery ran exceedingly deep.
It was precisely this set of formations that gave the human soldiers the foundation to gather sand into a tower and turn mortals into gods.
He did not know whose hand these formations had come from, but he already understood in his heart:
behind the Human Heavenly Court, there had to be a top-tier expert secretly supporting them—one he had never anticipated before.
On this point, he truly had miscalculated.
Yet he could not be entirely blamed for the oversight—
the intelligence reports submitted by his subordinates had indeed mentioned the existence of the Earthly Dao camp, and he knew its leader was Empress Pingxin, the Ancestor Witch Houtu of old.
But he had not taken it to heart.
The reason