The battle on the battlefield was already drawing to a close. Apart from a small number of demon warriors being held back by the Zergling and Blade-Arm Mutalisk armies, the rest of the demons saw that things were going badly and fled in every direction. It had to be said that while not everyone could shock the world with their signature combat techniques, when it came to the art of running away, everyone had their own tricks.
Less than an hour into the battle, only three thousand of the ten thousand demon warriors remained. Fewer numbers meant a harder fight, so once one person turned and ran, the rest scattered like monkeys when the tree fell.
Ye Luo could not be bothered to chase them. Once Zerg Hives covered the entire continent and Overlords monitored the whole sky, the scattered demon warriors would not be able to stir up any trouble. Instead, they would be even easier to pick off one by one.
Of course, there was a strong chance that these people would return to their original sects. That was fine too. Once the Zerg army arrived, they could wipe them all out in one sweep.
The entire world was shrouded in a haze of blood. In this battle, more than seven hundred thousand Zerglings had been lost, along with two hundred thousand Blade-Arm Mutalisks and two hundred thirty thousand Vipers. Together with the blood of ten thousand demon warriors, it perfectly illustrated the meaning of rivers of blood.
None of the Zerg combat units left immediately. Instead, they assembled into neat formations. Aside from the Zerglings serving as battlefield cleaners, diligently consuming the corpses strewn across the ground, the other species returned to their positions and stood obediently where they belonged.
As Umus gradually recovered, he looked up