The Three-Headed Wyvern circled close to the Demon Realm's atmosphere. Each beat of the colossal creature's membrane wings stirred vortices of bloody smoke below. Vast stretches of airspace beneath were covered in smoke and fire, with flashes of blood-red light from spell battles visible everywhere.
Zhen Bei looked down upon the Demon Realm.
So the Devil Race would grow furious when invaded, would resist, and would likewise be mercilessly slaughtered.
He still remembered their arrogance and swagger when they had invaded Earth.
That had been humanity's first encounter with Visitors from Beyond the Heavens amid its history of mutual slaughter. Most weapons had become useless, and even exhausting all stored supplies could not stop the invasion. Had Bai Yujun, a higher being, not descended, Earth would have faced only two endings: becoming the next Demon Realm, or becoming a breeding ground for the Devil Race.
Though the Demonic Beasts' desperate resistance looked pitiable, far too many Small Worlds had been plundered and massacred by them. Yet no Demonic Cultivator had ever pitied those ordinary living beings.
If any immortal general or official under his command dared indiscriminately dispense so-called kindness, Zhen Bei would personally act. There was no place for fools in the heavenly army.
The small warships that entered the Demon Realm formed fortresses and successfully established Teleportation Arrays. Vast quantities of supplies were teleported from the Beehive Mechanical Planet to the fortresses, replenishing the rapidly consumed weapons and energy. Ship-mounted weapons erupted with firepower, weaving dense nets of fire to support the Snake Demon Army.
It did not matter if they could not hit the Devil Race's high-end fighters. Slaughtering vast numbers of Demonic Beasts was the true objective.
By coincidence, a certain thousand-zhang divine dragon was stirring the winds and clouds.
For a brief moment, it scattered