"This is Motian's Hell Vanguard! They do look impressive."
High above the Nightmare Realm, six demons of varying forms looked coldly down at the battlefield below.
Below them, groups of demons of differing strengths were locked in close combat.
Though they looked broadly similar, subtle details distinguished them. Four different forces were engaged in a chaotic melee.
One of those forces was clearly being besieged by the other three.
Yet even so, that force held the overall advantage. Fighting one against three, it continued to press forward relentlessly.
The demon soldiers of that force all wore identical expressions, as though cast from the same mold. Even the movements of their hands were remarkably alike.
Each of them was like a cold fighting machine. No matter what injuries they suffered, there was not the slightest fluctuation in their souls, as if they were corpses.
That alone was nothing unusual. Once demons got worked up, influenced by their bloodline instincts, they were not particularly afraid of death.
Especially under the command of higher demons, they could even be made to willingly throw away their lives.
The crucial point was that, despite resembling lifeless machines, these demon soldiers displayed incomparable coordination.
Groups of three worked together, then formed complementary formations across the larger battlefield.
They looked like corpses, yet demonstrated extraordinary initiative.
They could even use local disadvantages in exchange for advantages across the broader battlefield.
During the battle, breakthroughs frequently occurred as well.
Though scattered across the entire battlefield, all the demon soldiers seemed to be one entity.
Relying on such a bizarre scene, they were fighting one against three and yet held an overwhelming advantage.
"Mm, they're stronger than even my elite troops. It seems Motian has some skill in training soldiers." A Unicorn Demon spoke with interest.
As an Abyssal