Assault on Red Moon

More than a decade passed in the blink of an eye.

Upon Red Moon, the Samsara Demon was inspecting its troops in high spirits.

In the first row before its throne stood forty-two Tier 6 Demonic Evils—six more than the thirty-six it had originally expected. The Jingshen Realm's fortune and resources had exceeded its expectations, allowing it to draw upon them for a few hundred years and raise so many Tier 6 Demonic Evils.

Behind the forty-two Tier 6 Demonic Evils stood three hundred and eighty-eight Tier 5 Demonic Evils, roughly ten times their number. Behind them were Tier 4 Demonic Evils, Tier 3 Demonic Evils, and countless others numbering in the thousands upon thousands.

This army was far more formidable than the force it had assembled in the Abyssal Secret Realm. The Samsara Demon secretly thought that if it could defeat Su Qing this time, completely grasp and perfect the Samsara Dao Pattern, and earn the merit needed to advance into a Heavenly Demon General, then—with the Jingshen Realm as a Demon Nest and troop-raising base, and the Abyssal Secret Realm as its foundation—it might not need to keep working under the Demonic Buddha. It could plant its own banner, establish its own stronghold, and strike out on its own.

But all of that depended on the outcome of today's battle.

Looking down, it saw that beneath Red Moon, the Divine Soldier Puppets, living beings, and deities seeking to oppose it were not the slightest bit weaker than the forces it had gathered.

The Samsara Demon, which had just been filled with towering ambition and had even considered leaving Red Moon to slaughter its way down to the ground, felt its heart turn cold. It immediately ordered its Evil Demons to restrain themselves and not act rashly.

"Red Moon