By this point in the battle,
both sides had suffered casualties.
It was no longer just the low-ranking people who had fallen at the beginning.
No matter how powerful a formation was, it still had to be sustained by those within it.
Not to mention the fallen.
Even the Innate Spiritual Treasures on both sides had steadily dimmed, some even shattering into dust.
Yet compared to the Demon Race, although the Human Alliance was slightly inferior in terms of formations,
when it came to the number of powerful experts within their ranks, they still far surpassed the Demon Race alone.
Thus, in terms of casualties, the Demon Race had suffered more losses than the Human Alliance.
The tide of war was also gradually shifting in favor of the Human Alliance.
After all... the humans of today
were no longer the humans from the original course of events.
The human race now had dozens of quasi-sages and experts at the Primordial Unity realm alone.
Grand Unity Golden Immortals were even too numerous to count.
The human race alone was enough to rival the Demon Race.
What was more, the human side had the support of the Immortal Court, Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan—the four great powers.
They had beaten the Demon Race back step by step. At every moment,
countless stars dimmed.
Countless streams of starlight vanished into nothingness.
It had to be known that these were not merely stars and starlight. Every star was commanded by a demon general.
Every thread of starlight was condensed by a member of the Demon Race.
Each star that dimmed and shattered, each strand of starlight that faded and perished, represented the death of a demon.
Di Jun held the Imperial Seal and Ziwei Sword. Though his back remained straight,
and his