In the sky, the words of Jin Zheng, the Devil Race's Twenty-First Grand Commander of the Army, who was holding up a severed head and proclaiming Ye Zhen's death, abruptly cut off, as if someone had clamped a hand around his throat.
Likewise, the armies battling below were stunned.
The Yidongqing Divine Tree Legion and the Zhenhai Army at the front, who had been utterly shocked upon hearing news of Ye Zhen's death, suddenly erupted into earth-shattering cheers upon hearing Ye Zhen's voice. Their morale and fighting strength soared once more.
In contrast, the brief wild joy that had risen among the Devil Race soldiers upon hearing that the Zhenhai Army's marshal had been slain was like having a basin of icy water dumped over their heads, chilling them to the bone.
Their morale plummeted sharply.
Some Devil Race soldiers had already lost the will to fight and began entertaining other thoughts.
Their own commander had been toyed with by the enemy commander. Was there still any hope for this war?
With only a few words, a chain reaction had been set off.
Almost instantly, the advancing Zhenhai Army felt the pressure ahead lighten, and their breakthrough became far easier in an instant.
In the sky, Jin Zheng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He was embarrassed to the extreme.
However, at Jin Zheng's level of cultivation and position, he cast aside that indescribable embarrassment in an instant.
"Humph, since you aren't dead, then die again!" Jin Zheng snarled, and Xiantian Geng Metal Malevolent Energy appeared above his head once more.
"I'm afraid you won't get the chance!"
With a cold laugh, Ye Zhen stepped forward. The geomagnetic force field activated, suddenly dragging Jin Zheng downward. He plunged more than a hundred meters before frantically channeling