Are you going to pull the "Farewell, Jianghu" act again?
Under the bombardment of the Power of Celestial Sound condensed by the Eternal Sect Disciples, millions of Demon soldiers and warships turned into nothingness.
Seeing this, Ye Xingchen hugged his head even tighter.
At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to roar at the screen, "What kind of power is this? Why have I never seen it before?!"
The Power of Celestial Sound had already been fully popularized throughout the Eternal Sect, yet the Night Emperor alone had been kept in the dark. It was truly lamentable, pitiful, and worthy of celebration.
Of course.
The destruction caused by a single blast from the Eternal Fortress was equally shocking to the remaining Demon soldiers.
Their eyes were filled with terror. Their pores opened, and their scalps exploded with fright.
Especially King Duola, who had been erased by Jun Changxiao.
With their backbone gone on the Battlefield and their spirits cowed by such overwhelming power, the morale of the Demon Emperor's subordinates plummeted.
Kill!
Kill!
The Eternal Sect Disciples, meanwhile, were brimming with morale, their earth-shaking battle cries ringing without end.
As one side waned and the other waxed, the enemy was weak while they were strong.
At this moment, the gap between the two sides was completely torn open.
Under normal circumstances, with even their commander gone, the Demon soldiers would surely have chosen to retreat. Yet no one fled. Instead, they continued confronting the Eternal Sect.
This was a disciplined, organized army. Without orders from their superiors, they would never flee from battle.
Professional.
Worthy of respect.
Unfortunately, standing against the righteous Eternal Sect made such behavior nothing more than a trapped beast's futile resistance.
"Kill them all!" Jun Changxiao ordered coldly.
They were all lackeys of the Demon