The Sin Abyss army rolled toward Holy Mountain like a bank of dark clouds. The Great Flame Dynasty's forces along the way were truly unable to withstand a single blow; anyone who dared resist was crushed to powder in no more than a quarter of an hour. Once Long Cheng and Yan Chimei's order to retreat came down, all the Great Flame Dynasty's nobles and armies immediately turned tail and ran, abandoning vast swathes of territory and countless subjects to those evil ghosts and demons.
They were unstoppable, impossible to oppose. Before these powerful and savage evil ghosts and demons, even the proudest nobles and truest gentlemen had no choice but to flee. Staying behind would mean nothing but a pointless sacrifice, pointlessly increasing the strength of these demons and evil ghosts.
But even fleeing did not go smoothly for them. Those god-level beings, those evil ghosts on the level of gods, uprooted mountain after mountain and casually hurled them at the nobles and armies fleeing in panic hundreds of miles away. The mountains came crashing down overhead, grinding countless nobles and soldiers into pulp. How many could truly escape?
Those god-level demons possessed even more unfathomable powers. Waving their wands, they merely let out a long howl with the wind, and every noble and soldier stronger than the human rank immediately turned around on the spot and rushed toward those demons in desperate haste. The nobles and soldiers bewitched by demonic music came before the demons, tore open their armor and uniforms, and bared their chests to those evil creatures.
The demons happily tore open the chests of those nobles and warriors who had surrendered without resistance with their sharp claws, pulling out their hearts and chewing them in great mouthfuls. These pitiful wretches whose hearts had been ripped