"Phew... ha." Jing Wuzhen adjusted her breathing.
The battle had lasted far too long. Her stamina and Martial Dao Inner Qi were both beginning to flag.
"Never-ending... is that it?" Jing Wuzhen looked at the demonic army constantly regenerating before her.
They could not be killed. There was simply no end to killing them.
They said to kill until the energy was exhausted, until entropy reached its maximum, but... that was basically a head-on collision.
In a head-on collision, it came down to who could hold out longer.
Jing Wuzhen had thought this was where she held the advantage, but she had clearly overestimated herself and underestimated the dead demons' army.
The demonic army still charged forward with savage fury. It truly was an astonishing sight.
Far away, countless warships of the demonic army moved soundlessly through the air. The fleet was so immense that even traveling at light speed, it would take months to cross from one end of the formation to the other.
Countless demon troops formed a complex web-like structure in the form of "formations," filling the five-dimensional space so densely and intricately that it was almost impossible to make out the specifics.
That was right—five-dimensional space. They had twisted the structure of space itself, adding two more directions, then used peculiar pulses and halos to communicate.
Some of the demon troops were warships, some were individual powerhouses, and others were entire legions. Fully equipped, they spread through the empty space of the Desire Realm, releasing waves of every kind. Different fluctuations marked different ranks, as well as the scale of each force.
To the naked eye, one could see dazzling blocks of color and lights reflecting off one another within that enormous five-dimensional figure. The seemingly chaotic demon troops were in fact perfectly ordered, like a