Demonic beasts gathered in swarms, black demonic qi tinged with blood-red spreading everywhere. Wielding crudely made weapons, they charged madly forward, crazed and fearless of death. The carnage rivaled the battle at Sky Pillar Mountain. If not for their abysmal coordination and discipline, they would have been nearly ideal soldiers.
More than a dozen massive dragons were the first to shatter the Devil Race army's formation, with four subsequent Heavenly Army divisions assisting them.
Bee Swarm Flying Devices crashed into clusters of demonic beasts.
Flashing lights and thunderous blasts bloomed into blood and fire, raining down flesh, blood, and scraps of metal machinery.
Bai Yujun floated in midair with her hands behind her back. Her Immortal Sword circled her, separating her from the surroundings. Sparse dragon scales emerged along her cheeks as she vigilantly swept her gaze across the battlefield, calculating without pause. She sorted through the rules of time again and again, carrying caution to its utmost limit.
She watched indifferently as demonic beasts died in vast numbers. The Devil Race, the major sects, and every great faction were far too rigid, accustomed to methods that had existed for hundreds of millions of years. The slightest upheaval from external change immediately exposed their backwardness; they simply could not adapt.
Their madness and fearlessness of death suited war, yet they died without meaning.
Flying Devices and Mechanical Puppets were inexpensive. As long as the divine beast dragons tore open a breach, the Flying Devices would seize the chance to slip in at once, wreaking havoc and scattering the gathered Devil Race forces.
Of course, that depended on their side having sufficiently powerful top-tier combatants.
She glanced beyond the heavens.
Zhen Bei issued another order, dispatching several thousand small warships into the Demon Realm. The arrays on the ships came into