Charging the formation?
Again!
Wang Wu jolted, secretly calling himself lucky even as his heart turned solemn. He had caught the scent of something unusual. Could Grandpa Tree's branch sapling really have been secretly injured, forcing the Demon Race to destroy the human formation and their stronghold here at any cost, so they could buy enough time and resources for the branch sapling to grow?
This battle was bound to be unimaginably brutal.
Unfortunately, knowing that changed nothing. Yesterday, after exhausting every means, he had only managed to escape the Death Seekers Camp. But today, even if he had become North Mountain Great King's confidant, he probably still could not escape the fate of going onto the battlefield.
As he pondered this, North Mountain Great King emerged, an unusual command flag in its hand. With a sweep of the flag, spirit light immediately spread out. Before long, a Great Snow Mountain demon soldier legion of around five hundred came rumbling over from nearby. This demon soldier legion was astonishingly made up, on average, of powerful Sixth Rank and Seventh Rank demons.
Though they were not fully armed, every one of them clearly carried magical artifacts and wore black iron armor plates over their vital areas.
After arriving before North Mountain Great King and paying their respects, they stood solemnly in place, their discipline seeming exceptionally strict.
Yet North Mountain Great King said nothing, as if waiting for something.
A moment later, a brown Giant Eagle flew down from the sky. Upon landing, it transformed into an ugly man with feathers covering his back. It was Mountain Eagle Captain, a familiar face. After more than half a year apart, he seemed to have grown stronger.
More than twenty demons of considerable strength came with Mountain Eagle Captain, seemingly all subordinates of