"Ji Hua, you coward, watch closely and learn. See how a true warrior fights!"
"Kill!"
Laughing loudly, Ji Dai and Ji Jian, another Dao Realm expert of the Three-Eyed Demon Race, led the six thousand Three-Eyed Demon Race elites they had brought and charged toward Ye Zhen's Demon Soul Army.
Among these six thousand Three-Eyed Demon Race elites, six hundred were at the World King Realm, while all the rest were at the Mystic Palace Realm.
The ratio of Mystic Palace Realm cultivators to World King Realm cultivators reached an astonishing ten to one.
Such a force composition was exceedingly rare even on the Human-Demon Battlefield.
So, even though the opposing Demon Soul Army numbered more than ten thousand, nearly twenty thousand, with none of their auras seeming weak, Ji Dai was not afraid in the slightest.
His force was elite among elites. Not only could they swagger about here, even on the Human-Demon Battlefield, in battles between small legions, they could run rampant.
After all, the individual combat strength of the Three-Eyed Demon Race was exceptionally formidable to begin with.
From afar, Ye Zhen, hovering high in the air, also revealed a surprised smile.
Because he had spotted his old friend, Ji Hua.
Running into Ji Hua here was truly unexpected.
But when Ye Zhen saw that Ji Hua and his core troops had not charged forward alongside the Three-Eyed Demon Race army, instead remaining in the rear, Ye Zhen's smile grew even broader.
"Haha, our old friend is being so tactful. No matter what, we have to give him a little face!"
Amid his laughter, Ye Zhen issued a military order. "Hei Qi, Hei Jiu, no need to conceal your auras any longer. At the fastest speed, wipe out the Three-Eyed Demon Race Legion with all your strength!"