The battlefield of the God of Twilight's divine kingdom.
Li Yi, along with three powerful dukes, had already become locked in battle with the God of Twilight. At this moment, command of the army could only fall upon Huo Ling's shoulders.
He watched the battlefield in the sky, as well as the countless heroic spirits on the ground.
The effects of the spell bombardment had weakened considerably, because no one could say how many heroic spirits of the God of Twilight were within this divine kingdom.
The densely packed heroic spirits of clerics unleashed divine spells that offset the torrent of magic from Huo Ling's floating city.
Seeing this, Huo Ling sighed.
He had not expected that, in the end, he would still have to use those elite troops stationed beyond Great Xia's Eastern Capital.
When fighting heroic spirits, even after they died, they still had several chances to be reborn, though they grew weaker with every rebirth.
A dead heroic spirit merely consumed a portion of divine power.
But when the soldiers fighting those heroic spirits died, they truly died. They had no chance of rebirth.
And on a divine kingdom battlefield like this, it was impossible to say just how many soldiers would die.
These were not devil soldiers. When devil soldiers died, Huo Ling did not feel the slightest heartache, because there were simply too many of them in Purgatory.
But these elite soldiers were considered elites even in the Spirit Realm.
Mercy could not command an army. After sighing, Huo Ling began issuing the latest combat orders.
"Begin the full-scale assault!"
Within the floating city fortress, those enormous permanent teleportation gates activated instantly.
Outside the Eastern Capital, in one vast military camp after another, soldiers who had long been itching for a fight marched in orderly