The entire battlefield descended into absolute chaos at this moment, everyone fighting for themselves.
The major Golden Immortal factions, however, appeared far more organized. They had divided up their respective battle zones, and every battlefield was incomparably orderly and well-regulated.
Each employed their own tactics.
The Heavenly Demons at the very front, on the other hand, did not care about any of that. They simply charged in and slaughtered without a thought. Everything else was meaningless—they only needed to charge and kill mindlessly.
However, because the Heavenly Demons were numerous and individually powerful, they also tied down a large portion of the enemy's strength.
The Profound Origin Scorpion Clan, once solid as an iron barrel, was now forcibly split into several parts.
This caused the Profound Origin Scorpion Clan army, which had only just managed to gather, to begin fighting on their own, utterly unable to regroup.
And the chief culprits behind all this were these lawless Heavenly Demons.
"Damn it, why are these black bastards so strong? They're fast, their defenses are high, and they're incredibly powerful. Why don't they have even a single weakness?"
"If they have no weakness, then create one for them. Remember, we have no way back. Behind us lies our homeland. Once we lose, we will fall into the Endless Abyss."
"Fuck, fall into the Endless Abyss? All I know is that if this keeps up, I'll be the one who dies."
The Profound Origin Scorpion Clan experts cursed furiously, yet their hands never stopped moving. Though their opponents were powerful, though continuing like this meant they would die, not one of them retreated half a step.
Because behind them was their homeland, and they would never allow it to be destroyed.
This was a war concerning the survival of their race. Whoever retreated