Siege

Outside the Golden Spirit Sect's mountain-protecting grand formation.

The True Demon army consisted of elites who had survived bloody battles, with many Golden Core level True Demons among them. Morag and five Early Nascent Soul level True Demons split into two groups and attacked with all their strength.

As the attacks fell, the light screen formed by the mountain-protecting grand formation rippled like a lake into which massive stones were constantly being thrown, sending a thousand layers of waves spreading outward.

More than half of Morag's demonic power had been depleted. After rotating out with the group led by another Nascent Soul Middle Stage True Demon, he flapped his fleshy wings and flew to the rear.

"Good work."

Iron Plow nodded with a smile. The savage scar on his face was like a twisted centipede, its ugly body writhing as he spoke.

Morag lowered his head slightly. "I merely share the Great Commander's burdens."

"I thought we should split the army into two groups and assault them fiercely, which would save time. Why did you stop me?"

Iron Plow asked in puzzlement. The other party understood the situation here better than he did, so he had adopted his suggestion and not sent the low-ranking True Demons into battle.

"The enemy has someone skilled in flight and evasion, with astonishing speed, and they are also adept at large-scale spell attacks.

If the army is packed together, we will suffer considerable losses once the enemy comes out to fight."

"Skilled in flight and evasion? Could they be faster than your Void Flash?"

"The enemy's speed is roughly on par with Void Flash, but their range is greater. I could not quite catch up to them."

Morag explained patiently. The furthest he could travel with Void Flash was only a little over three