The great battle continued.
Tens of thousands of demons tangled together, forming a vast battlefield stretching nearly a thousand li in every direction. One side attacked while the other defended. At every moment, large numbers of demons died, turning into Demon Crystals.
The Night Emperor's gaze grew colder and colder.
Ghost Wraiths drifted helplessly through the air. Gargoyles had no way to deal with the Frenzied Blade Willow. Occasionally, Corpse Beetles would charge into the willow grove and topple willow tree after willow tree. But before long, the Blood-Dripping Floating Fungi would swarm down and suck them dry, leaving them to die in frustration as shriveled corpses before slowly turning into Demon Crystals.
The Yun siblings watched this magnificent spectacle, their hearts racing and their minds reeling.
This was a clash between Emperor-level experts. Tens of thousands of demons served at their command. Compared to them, any King-level expert seemed petty and small-scale.
The Moon Frost King's excitement had gradually subsided. The overall battle situation had already become clear. Chu Yun's defensive system had rendered the Night Emperor's massive offensive ineffective. His battle line stood as firm as an unbroken range of mountains, utterly immovable.
But... the Moon Frost King still harbored a hidden worry: the Night Emperor's innate divine ability.
"Attack!" The Night Emperor pointed ahead, and another army of ten thousand rumbled toward the front lines.
Chu Yun watched with his arms folded and gave no orders, displaying immense confidence in his own battle line.
Sure enough, the mixed force of over ten thousand had barely entered Chu Yun's Immortal Pouch World when the Illusory Purple Fragrant Taro turned a third of them against their allies.
After wiping out that third of traitors, less than half of the original massive force remained. The formerly dense battle formation had