A bloody, brutal pursuit of the fleeing and defeated began.
After Ice Phoenix Demon Lord fled, the Demon Race Imperial Guard Army instantly collapsed. Immediately afterward, the two royal demon armies facing the Tushan Maid Corps also crumbled in an instant.
Clan chiefs abandoned their subordinates, demon lords abandoned demon kings, demon kings abandoned demon generals, fathers abandoned their children. They burned their blood essence; everything descended into chaos as demon cultivators fled in all directions without regard for anything else.
"Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Yet Tushan's three great armies did not fall into the slightest disorder. Their tight formations remained intact.
Streams of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning sword qi; streams of scorching sun sword qi; and swarms of sunfire flames were hurled one after another into the densest clusters of demon cultivators.
Every descent of a legion spell cleared a vast stretch of sky. Within it, severed demon limbs rained down endlessly, either reduced to ash or charred into blackened husks.
Blood rained continuously from the sky, turning the world crimson.
In that brief instant alone, the casualties numbered in the hundreds of thousands—greater than all previous losses combined!
"Kill!"
This hellish, bloody sight did not stir the human cultivators in the slightest.
Every soldier here was at least at Foundation Establishment. In minor clans, they would have been figures worthy of being called ancestors. None of them were young anymore; they had seen much and were no green recruits setting foot on a battlefield for the first time.
They mechanically and precisely carried out the commands of the military formations, operating them as streams of sword qi flew out one after another and great sunfire flames shot forth one after another. The bombardment continued without end, as though it would never cease.
This stretch of heaven and