The Holy War was now unavoidable. The war between humanity and the Devil Race had only just begun.
After a brief cleanup of the battlefield, Long Haochen and his companions silently vanished into the far horizon. Including Huang Shuo, commander of the Black Dragon Guard, a total of twenty Black Dragon Guards had perished in the previous battle.
Without wasting a moment, Long Haochen swiftly led his companions toward Dragon Guard Pass. At the same time, he had Cai'er, the fastest among them, immediately catch up with the Vanguard Legion ahead and order them to accelerate at full speed back to Dragon Guard Pass.
Although they had wiped out the Devil Race vanguard, Long Haochen did not feel the slightest bit relieved. This was only the beginning. Moonlit Night's information had been proven correct, but that also confirmed the accuracy of her other intelligence. The Demon God Emperor was personally leading nearly two hundred ninth-step Devil Race powerhouses to encircle and kill him. His only choice now was to retreat, return swiftly to Dragon Guard Pass, and hold the pass with the strength of its mighty fortifications.
Completely crushing the Devil Race could never be accomplished in a single battle. What Long Haochen needed was patience—and perseverance.
When the Demon God Emperor saw Abao, his face darkened so badly it seemed blood might drip from it.
Abao looked utterly wretched. He was not even flying through the air, but trudging across the ground in a daze. At that moment, he walked with the staggering steps of an ordinary human.
The instant Abao had been defeated by Long Haochen, the Demon God Emperor had sensed it. Yet the seal on Abao's body had not been activated, so he had assumed that Long Haochen and Abao had mutually wounded one another, because