Huo Ling's distress signal had not been sent solely to the other worlds of Purgatory.
He had also taken a cast-the-net-wide approach toward the various factions and gods of the Spirit Realm.
He sent them calls for aid and requested that they dispatch reinforcements.
The aid signal Huo Ling sent out had indeed brought considerable returns. Many Spirit Realm factions and gods once again sent support to the Bronze Citadel.
The gods in particular were wealthy and powerful. Unless it was the corpse of a legendary demon or an equivalent benefit,
they did not care in the slightest about throwing away large quantities of ordinary demon corpses.
This allowed Huo Ling to profit even more. After all, this was not merely the legions of one or two gods.
By now, within the Bronze Citadel, the number of troops composed of heroic spirits had reached roughly one-fifth or one-sixth of the garrison—a considerable figure.
For these gods, expending demons in Purgatory was always better than fighting demons in the Spirit Realm.
If they fought in the Spirit Realm, then even after killing the demons, the polluted land would require at least decades, perhaps even centuries, to recover.
And one careless mistake could trigger a new demonic calamity. The losses far outweighed the gains.
Within the Bronze Citadel, there was no need to worry about any of that.
High in the sky, more than one Abyssal Overlord was fighting here.
Baphomet, Pazrael, Salahok.
This Blood War at the Bronze Citadel had been launched by those three powerful Abyssal Overlords together.
In the skies, Huo Ling's four Sun-rank undead, along with his Floating City, were all unleashing their full strength.
Baphomet was somewhat stronger than Yeenoghu had once been. He was also a powerful demon whose strength could reach around legendary rank twenty-four.