The strength of the devil legion before them was certainly incomparable to the legion led by Sali.
The opposing devil count was among his army, while Huo Ling's side had only Sali, a devil baron.
In terms of rank, Sali was naturally no match for him. But when it came to military strength and powerful combatants, Sali's side held an absolute advantage.
His army also had ten Legendary undead, giving him an exceptionally solid backbone.
The devil count in the opposing army wore an extremely ugly expression.
He had fought bitterly for most of the day and had finally slaughtered nearly all the demons, only for Sali to lead his army forward until they were practically at his doorstep.
Moreover, Sali's advance had encountered almost no demonic resistance. It was like picking peaches without lifting a finger.
The devil count rose into the air with the four Legendary devil barons behind him and flew furiously to the space between the two armies.
The devil count's gaze swept over the troops led by Sali, and he was secretly startled.
Sali's forces numbered more than five times his own, and they also had more powerful fighters.
The count quickly realized that if a battle broke out, his army would likely be surrounded outright.
The enemy army was not made up of brainless fools like demons, who had numbers but no wits. It was a combination of devils and undead.
An army like that was no less formidable in battle.
When Sali saw the opposing devil count fly over, he was initially somewhat alarmed. Under Purgatory's system, he was merely a baron, his status far beneath that of the count before him.
But when Sali saw the Legendary undead beside him, he straightened his back once more. His rank might not have been