Tens of thousands of years had passed. The Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators had fewer than twenty thousand flying saucers left, and most had sustained some damage. More importantly, another four or five hundred of them had fallen over the years. With only a little over five thousand Ninth Order experts remaining, their overall strength had been considerably weakened. Now, they were eagerly hoping to form an alliance with Chi Xue and the others. The Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators knew that even if Chi Xue and his companions kept giving them flying saucers, it probably wouldn't turn the tide. They also knew that Chi Xue and the others couldn't manufacture many saucers in that time. The only thing that could change the situation was for Chi Xue and his group to ally with them. Even if only Chi Xue and the other God Devouring Bodies joined the alliance and entered the battle, that would be enough.
Of course, seeing the Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators suffer such heavy losses greatly encouraged Ling Tian and the others. After all, the fewer enemies there were, the less pressure they faced, and the more casualties they could inflict from then on. If the number of Ninth Order experts among the Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators fell below a certain point, then even if Chi Xue and his companions allied with them, they probably wouldn't pose much of a threat.
So they didn't let up. They continued doing everything they could to intercept the Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators, inflicting as many casualties as possible before Chi Xue and his group joined forces with them. They also tried to destroy as many of their Universe Flying Saucers as they could. As they'd said before, even if Chi Xue and his companions allied with