And at this moment...
At the very edge of the battlefield, some of the fastest-fleeing lesser demons and Demon Lords had already been scared out of their wits.
They did not even have the mind to curse the alliance's Half-Venerables for their inadequate rescue!
All that remained in their hearts was primal terror and the desire to survive.
They only hated that their parents had not given birth to a few more pairs of wings or fins.
Just as the shadow of death enveloped every fleeing figure and despair spread through the air...
"Stop!"
A furious roar brimming with rage and authority exploded from the distant horizon like thunder from the Ninth Heaven!
Before the sound had faded, countless streaks of flowing light in different colors, each containing vast demonic power, tore through the clouds and sky like an inverted meteor shower, racing toward them!
In the blink of an eye, those streaks of flowing light—the reinforcements—had crossed endless void and forcefully entered this airspace of death!
Among them, a Mystic Turtle Clan Demon Lord fleeing madly with a heavy turtle shell on his back watched helplessly as a jet-black chain radiating the aura of death ignored the distance through space and closed to within thirty meters of him!
His soul nearly fled his body. Driven by his instinct to survive, his thoughts raced as he poured his entire lifetime of cultivation into his natal turtle shell.
An incomparably solid phantom of an enormous turtle shell, glimmering with an earthy yellow halo, instantly condensed between him and the chain!
This was his strongest defensive divine ability, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a Mortal Cultivator of the same realm without damage.
However—
Bang!
A crisp crack rang out!
The turtle-shell phantom, condensed from the Mystic Turtle Clan's formidable defensive