The gloomy night passed, ushering in a stifling dawn.
The Human Saint Dynasty mobilized its first force of over seven hundred thousand troops, launching attacks from three directions. The skies and ground were filled with countless large and small ships, aerial cavalry riding demon birds, and densely packed military formations advancing abreast. Everywhere, dozens of wild oxen could be seen snorting heavily as they hauled equipment with all their might, seizing hilltops to build sentry posts and fortresses.
If quality would not do, then quantity would.
With the vast Primordial Land under its control, the Saint Dynasty had never lacked resources, much less soldiers.
When the dawn sunlight spilled through gaps in the clouds and fell upon the earth, what it illuminated were weapons gleaming like frost.
In a war of such scale, victory and defeat could only be decided through head-on slaughter. The Snake Demon Army was constantly redeploying, but it had only mobilized one hundred thousand new troops. After deliberation, it decided to proceed steadily and securely. It had initially planned to send only sixty thousand into battle, but added another forty thousand to guard against unforeseen developments.
Dense formations of metal warships spread out, countless Flying Devices darted nimbly through the air, and batch after batch of small fighters secretly flew into the skies.
On the ground, war Mechanical Puppets rumbled past. The muddy earth had turned into concrete roads, while the murky water was icy and damp.
In a Cultivation World war of such massive proportions, the usual methods of individual spell duels were basically impossible to use.
All kinds of interference with spiritual energy fluctuations and Spiritual Sense reduced the Saint Dynasty army's detection range severalfold.
That was how warfare against the Devil Race worked: all manner of interference blocked prying eyes. This was also