A bloody, brutal pursuit of the fleeing enemy began.
After Ice Phoenix Demon Lord fled, the Demon Race Imperial Guard instantly collapsed. Right afterward, the two royal demon armies facing the Tushan Maid Squad also collapsed in an instant.
Clan chiefs abandoned their subordinates, demon lords abandoned demon kings, demon kings abandoned demon generals, fathers abandoned their children. They burned Essence Blood; everything descended into chaos as Demon Race Cultivators fled in all directions without regard for anything else.
"Kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Yet the Tushan Three armies did not fall into the slightest disorder. They still maintained their tightly disciplined formations.
Streams of Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning Sword Qi, scorching Sun Sword Qi, and swarms of Sun Flame were hurled one after another into the densest concentrations of Demon Race Cultivators.
Every Legion Spell that fell cleared a vast swath of sky. Within it, severed limbs and mangled remains of Demon Race Cultivators rained down endlessly, either turning to ash or becoming charred husks.
Blood rain poured endlessly from the heavens, turning the world crimson.
In that brief instant alone, the casualties numbered in the hundreds of thousands—greater than all the previous losses combined!
"Kill!"
This hellish, bloody scene did not move any Human Cultivator in the slightest.
Every soldier here was at least in the Foundation Establishment Realm. In small lineages, they could have been called ancestors. None of them were young anymore; they had experienced much and were not fresh recruits stepping onto a battlefield for the first time.
They mechanically and precisely carried out the commands of the military formations, operating them as wave after wave of Sword Qi flew forth and Great Sun Flame after Great Sun Flame shot out. The bombardment continued without end, as though it had no conclusion.
This stretch of heaven