The great battle had briefly subsided. Both sides had suffered casualties, and before that complete golden shadow of the blazing liquid had even taken shape, the void and the ground were already littered with the souls of the dead.
Both sides ceased fighting and began clearing the battlefield. The wild boar demons, the Page Stone Clan, and the skylarks had all suffered casualties. The Devil Race army opposite them was in the same state.
"Damn it, those two Water Demon Rhinos were savage enough." During the battle, Pig Seven had relied on his astonishing defense to charge recklessly through the enemy lines. Now that the battle had paused and he had removed his Primal Magnetism Golden Armor, Pig Seven rubbed his arms, then his legs, grimacing and baring his teeth.
The wild boar demons' camp was in complete uproar. As for Jin Yu, Wu Xiuli, Dong Feng, and the others, they were all staying with the Page Stone Clan. The Page Stone people had rough bodies and odd-looking, mountain-shaped heads, but after so many years, everyone had long since grown accustomed to them. Compared with the wild boar demons' racket and the natural stench of so many low-level demons, Jin Yu and the others, as orthodox members of the human race, naturally preferred staying with the Page Stone people.
The Page Stone Clan had suffered losses, but their overall defenses meant their casualties were relatively light. Pig Seven glanced at his own tribe, then at the Page Stone Clan, and could not help feeling that they were too crude to be presentable. He muttered under his breath, "Dragons teach dragons, phoenixes teach phoenixes, and rats' disciples learn to burrow. These Page Stone fellows all carry themselves a lot like Brother Lu."
Pig Seven had barely finished muttering when several figures