Contrary to Ye Zhen's expectations, during these four consecutive days of forced marching, he had not encountered any worthwhile resistance at all.
The largest Demon Soul Legion they encountered along the way had not exceeded ten thousand.
Even after Ye Zhen sent scouts five thousand li out, they had not discovered a single Demon Soul Army numbering more than twenty thousand within a radius of five thousand li.
Before long, Ye Zhen understood why. This was the direction from which the Red Armored Demon Soul Army under Three-Eyed Demon Commander Ji Hua had swept in.
The powerful Demon Soul Legions along the way had basically all been cleared out by Ji Hua, and in just a few days, the original regions could not possibly gather another massive Demon Soul Legion.
That was why Ye Zhen had been able to lead his army straight into the heart 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 field of vision, he waved a hand, and the hundred and forty thousand Demon Soul Army troops 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 previously flown away so strangely—the one that belonged to him, Ye Zhen.
Through the Battle Soul Blood Banner, he 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