The number of Demon Race immortals who fell was impossible to calculate. The Naling Art struck entire regions at a time, leaving them utterly helpless. And just as they had barely seen my attacks and launched their counterattacks, I had already vanished without a trace.
Some small and medium-sized warships, along with enormous flying beasts, all came rushing over to search for my position. Not only did they fail to find me, but under the Naling Art's attacks, they all became incorporeal or were blasted into pieces on the spot. Their losses were catastrophic.
The one-sided slaughter left every Demon Race immortal terrified and horrified. There had never been a war so utterly unequal. They shouted, roared, and raged, yet had nowhere to vent their fury. Such despair triggered wave after wave of mass flight!
Countless Demon Race immortals fled toward the border. Since Zhang Su and Jin Hou were stationed there, they believed that as long as they found the two of them, I would surely be defeated. Of course, that was merely what they thought!
I continued forward as well. Looking ahead, I still saw nothing but the Demon Race's army. Thanks to their numerical advantage, they appeared as numerous as locusts flying through the sky. There were hundreds of thousands of Demon Race immortals, and their mounts came in all sizes. Some immortals had spirit beasts beneath them as huge as small mountains. This gathering of heroes was practically a grand exhibition of divine beasts. It truly put my Ghost God Realm to shame. No wonder the Demon God Realm bought so many Transformation Stones yet showed little interest in capturing vicious beasts—their realm simply had far too many of them.
More than a hundred warships soon formed a torrent of power, firing their main cannons and