As the Three-Eyed Demon Race generals led the charge at Kairo Fortress like madmen, the mid- and low-ranking Devil Race troops also went red-eyed.
One after another, they rushed at Kairo Fortress with even greater ferocity and madness than those Three-Eyed Demon Race generals.
Of course, it was not because they shared the humiliation suffered by the Three-Eyed Demon Race.
To the Devil Race, selfishness was carved into their very bones. When it came to the honor and disgrace of other Devil Race clans, they felt nothing but indifference. More often, they watched the spectacle with glee, even adding sarcastic remarks.
But the Devil Race's iron-blooded military laws left them no choice.
Whenever the general of a unit died in battle, so long as that general belonged to a high-ranking Devil Race such as the Moon Demon Race, Three-Eyed Demon Race, or Winged Demon, every soldier and officer under his command who was not of a high-ranking Devil Race—and whose commanding general had died while they themselves still lived—would have all their direct relatives reduced to slavery!
And slaves, whether in Great Zhou or among the Devil Race, were livestock that could be slaughtered at will. They did not count as living people at all.
Furthermore, as members of the noble-born Three-Eyed Demon Race, once they joined the army, even if their cultivation was low, they could still obtain a fairly high military post.
Thus, when these Three-Eyed Demon Race members charged at Kairo Fortress like lunatics, those mid- and low-ranking Devil Race troops, if they did not want their own generals to die, could only rush forward like madmen and share the pressure.
Under such circumstances, the siege battle turned incandescent in an instant.
The intensity of the Devil Race army's assault rose more than threefold, and the battle