As time passed...
Batch after batch of allied forces from the two races charged into battle one after another, in an endless stream.
With such large numbers of Demon Race and human Mortal Cultivators joining the fray, the battles across the border regions of the Blood Baleful Mist, where the Purgatory Clan held their ground, grew ever more savage.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!!
Teams of experts from the two races, their eyes filled with icy madness, formed two great torrents and charged at the Purgatory fiends and the formation barrier covered in scarlet patterns.
Magic Treasures of immense power collided, erupting in dazzling radiance amid the Blood Baleful Mist.
Before long.
The battle fell into a deadlock.
However, the allied forces of the two races vastly outnumbered the Purgatory Clan.
Moreover, under the rear command's deployment, large numbers of reinforcements soon arrived.
Not long afterward, the allied forces of the two races gained an absolute advantage.
In the end, the Purgatory fiends could only retreat in defeat.
The allied forces naturally did not miss the chance to beat a dog in the water, immediately pursuing them.
Yet after chasing them for a hundred li, the allied forces halted their pursuit.
It was not that they did not wish to pull up the weeds by the roots and kill these Purgatory fiends. Rather, the deeper they went into the Blood Baleful Mist, the stronger its corrosive force became.
Relying solely on the spirit talismans bestowed by the alliance...
The allied forces simply could not endure for long within such dense Blood Baleful Mist.
Therefore.
The allied forces could only station themselves where they were, preventing the Purgatory fiends from charging back and reclaiming their positions.
Yet the Purgatory fiends did not flee all the way or abandon resistance. Once the allied forces