Immortal Martial: Pushing Across Two Worlds, Starting from Reality

Was that a puppet?

In other words, the human race had known all along that they would take this opportunity to wreak havoc in the human heartlands. So they had played along, letting them in to carry the news back to the Demon Race. They hadn't been unlucky enough to run into Purple Pole Dao Venerable on his return. Purple Pole Dao Venerable had been waiting for them all along.

The signal they sent had not only cost them their lives, but also doomed the Demon Race's main force.

This was a trap from beginning to end!

His eyes brimmed with regret.

He wanted to flee at once and get the news out.

But how could he possibly be a match for Purple Pole Dao Venerable now?

With just a single palm, it came crashing down like heaven and earth pressing upon him. His blood, soul, and spirit all perished.

"This is a trap, a scheme targeting our Demon Race!"

A fierce argument broke out among the Demon Race.

Quite a few powerful figures had keenly sensed that something was wrong. They wanted to sound the retreat, preserve the Demon Race's strength, hold fast to the Endless Sea Domain, and plan their next move.

But many others gritted their teeth and insisted that the Demon Race's morale was already so low it could collapse at any moment. They had finally managed to rally some fighting spirit under the banner of a surprise attack. If they withdrew now, the Demon Race's army might truly fall apart.

Even knowing the trap lay before them, they had to step into it.

They would see whether the hole was bigger, or the wheels of this war chariot bearing the Demon Lords' main force.

"We have no choice but to fight! We'll fight to