The blood-charged wind on the battlefield swept up scraps of flesh and remnant souls. The slaughter between the Human Race and the Devil Race had long since reached a fever pitch. Every inch of land was soaked in blood, and every wisp of wind carried the wails of the dying.
This was the purgatory at the border between Xuan Guang Heaven and the Mo Race Plane.
And at this moment, the panic in the Devil Race camp was far worse than the carnage on the battlefield.
The Ninth-Order Great Demons hovering in the sky, their auras terrifying, had eyes filled with more than the pain of their upper-realm kin's deaths. There was also despair that had seeped deep into their bones.
Far behind the defense line, the countless members of their race who formed the foundation of the Devil Race's combat strength had already been wiped out, without leaving even a trace of their remaining breath.
They were no ordinary Devil Race cultivators. They were the overwhelming majority of the Ninth-Order Great Demons stationed in the rear of the Devil Race Defense Line.
They were the Devil Race camp's top combat reserves, as well as the core strength sustaining the operation of the Starry Sky Gate.
But now, they had all been lost in a single stroke, leaving neither corpses nor bones behind.
That realization was a blade tempered in Demonic fire, ruthlessly stabbing through the heart of every Ninth-Order Great Demon.
It meant that the Super Starry Sky Gate, which the Devil Race had spent boundless effort and the strength of its entire race to construct, could probably no longer be defended.
And once the Super Starry Sky Gate was completely destroyed, it would sever the only connection between the Mo Race Plane and Xuan Guang Heaven. It would