The pitch-black smoke grew brighter and brighter...
Countless fireballs streaked across the sky, carving arcs through the heavens as they trailed thick smoke and plunged toward the Devil Race army.
This sudden turn of events stilled the chaotic battlefield.
Like a Meteor Shower, countless burning fireballs tumbled down. Their trails of black smoke were clearly visible as they crossed the battlefield and smashed into the densely packed Devil Race army. The Demonic Beasts in the front ranks were lit by the flames and instinctively recoiled, stumbling backward in panic.
Panic, howls—especially when enormous Demonic Beasts several zhang tall retreated and trampled many smaller ones to death. At last, an orange-red glow illuminated everything.
Massive fireballs struck the ground, rolled, and bounced.
They tore gashes through the densely packed Devil Race army, leaving ravines and Blazing Fire behind.
Atop a small hill, the Bearded Strongman and the others stood dumbstruck.
Then they began trembling with excitement. Whoever had made the move, it was undoubtedly aimed at the Devil Race. Their despairing hearts rallied anew, hope rekindling. Living was always better than being killed and devoured by demons.
"Kill! Kill every last demon!"
"This is wonderful!"
The people scattered across the battlefield roared and shouted wildly.
In midair, the two devil lords exchanged a glance. They paid no heed to the Devil Race army; the Devil Race had never possessed any notion of cherishing their own kind, nor did they care how many died. Their figures flashed as they gripped their weapons and charged toward the source of the attack, their demonic aura surging and devil flames billowing!
All the humans and Demonic Beasts on the battlefield watched as the two devil lords flew straight into the clouds.
Before anyone could even catch their breath,
the two devil lords unexpectedly flew back