To Ye Zhen's surprise, during his four consecutive days of forced marching, he had not encountered any worthwhile resistance at all.
The largest Demon Soul Legion he encountered along the way had not exceeded ten thousand men.
Even after Ye Zhen sent scouts five thousand li out, not a single Demon Soul Army numbering more than twenty thousand could be found within a radius of five thousand li.
Before long, Ye Zhen understood the reason. This was the direction from which Three-Eyed Demon Commander Ji Hua had led the Red Armored Demon Soul Army in slaughtering their way through.
The powerful Demon Soul Legions along the route had basically all been cleared out by Ji Hua, and in just a few days, the area could not possibly gather another large-scale Demon Soul Legion.
That was why Ye Zhen had been able to lead his army straight into the heartland of the Ancient Demon God Hall as though entering uninhabited territory.
However, at noon on the fourth day, when a War Fortress over a hundred meters tall appeared in Ye Zhen's sight, he waved his hand, and the hundred and forty thousand Demon Soul Army behind him immediately halted in perfect unison.
Ye Zhen's eyes were filled with shock.
There was no doubt about it. Whether by its appearance, Ye Zhen's Spiritual Sense, or the fluctuations from the Battle Soul Blood Banner, Ye Zhen could confirm that this enormous War Fortress before him was precisely the Demon Soul Hall that had mysteriously flown away earlier—the one that belonged to him, Ye Zhen.
Through the Battle Soul Blood Banner, Ye Zhen could even vaguely see what was happening inside this Demon Soul Hall, including the more than one hundred Demonic Spirit Ghosts imprisoned within.
But this was absolutely not the Demon Soul