If the Demon Soul Army's pincer assault from front and rear, together with the incomparably formidable Zhenhai Army, had already driven the Devil Race's forces into collapse, scattering the troops and shattering their morale,
then the cry of "The entire army, retreat toward Changling City!" that Jin Zheng gave before fleeing was the signal for the complete collapse of the Devil Race's million-strong army.
Even their own commander had screamed out such an order—a command for a full-scale flight toward Changling City. The surviving Devil Race generals were instantly dumbfounded.
Just as in the first engagement, many high-ranking Devil Race officers had been assassinated amid the chaos by the Heavenly Patrol Generals led by Feng Jiumo.
Thus, once the Grand Commander retreated, many mid- and high-ranking officers did not even have anyone to consult.
They had no choice but to retreat!
Were they supposed to stay here and wait for death otherwise?
The blades of the Zhenhai Army and the Demon Soul Army behind them were no joke.
The only difference was that most of the Devil Race army fled in every direction like headless flies, fleeing madly from the battlefield first before escaping toward Changling City.
A portion of the Devil Race forces, led by their officers, conducted an organized fighting retreat.
At this moment, the Zhenhai Army, which was pursuing and slaughtering them at their heels, naturally picked the soft persimmons to squeeze first. They killed the easy targets first, so the organized retreating Devil Race forces faced less intense attacks.
The luckiest were the Devil Race units that had not yet entered the battle. After all, Jin Zheng commanded over a million troops; it was impossible for so many units to all be thrown onto the battlefield at once.
The generals of these units saw that things