The Quasi-Sages of the Demon Race had completely lost their fighting spirit and fled in a swarm, vanishing without a trace.
With one side of the battle gone, the fight naturally could not continue. Peace soon returned to the void.
At the core of the Human Race army, Yan Tianyu's face was slightly pale as he let out a breath of relief.
Sending the divine power of an entire massive army formation through a single divine ability in an instant had placed an astonishing burden on the formation's commander.
An ordinary Quasi-Sage simply lacked such ability.
By conserving their strength and waiting for the enemy to tire, they had slain two early-stage Quasi-Sages of the Demon Race. It could be said that the Human Race had achieved a complete victory in this battle.
Yet Yan Tianyu was not very satisfied with the results.
Strictly speaking, the two Quasi-Sages of the Demon Race who had died in battle had both been killed by the army formation he led.
The group of Innate Quasi-Sages who had come to support the Human Race had only made a small contribution when they finished off the second Quasi-Sage after his Main Body was destroyed.
They had taken advantage of the opportunity to annihilate the Good Corpse behind him.
These innate immortals and gods claimed to be entertaining the Demon Race, but were they really entertaining them enthusiastically?
They had shown not the slightest intention of fighting to the death.
In terms of strength, the Human Race had more than fifty Quasi-Sages on its side.
The Demon Race had attacked with a mere thirty Quasi-Sages, and Yan Tianyu had caught them off guard with the army formation he led.
Under the sweeping blade storm of the Army Formation technique, if everyone had been willing to put