Huo Ling did not go greet that unlucky commander.
Instead, he followed the troops as they continued advancing.
This counteroffensive did not require Huo Ling to lift a hand before the battle was over.
But that was only natural. Huo Ling commanded such an enormous legion and so many legends—if he still had to act personally, that would have been the problem.
In the sky, legends constantly unleashed devastating attacks, killing the demons still putting up a stubborn resistance on the ground.
Great numbers of demons fled in rout. Some with stronger fighting spirits instead charged into the teeth of danger, hoping to block Huo Ling's army.
For such brave demons, what awaited them was often a legendary strike.
A single blow could kill vast numbers of demons, swiftly wiping out those who still resisted.
Outside the Bronze Citadel, demon corpses lay beneath the city walls as far as the eye could see.
Huo Ling left behind part of the legion and several legends to clear up the battlefield. He could not let his spoils fall into someone else's hands.
The main army continued pursuing the demons at their heels. Squad after squad of flying devils dove from the air, killing those fleeing at the rear.
These Spined Devils, Imps, and the like wielded sharp steel forks or long spears.
Using the force of their flight as they descended, they could directly kill demons, sometimes even demons a rank above themselves.
Given the chance, a silver-rank Imp could still spear to death a gold-rank demon focused solely on fleeing.
Other flying troops snatched demons into the air before tossing them back down into the demon horde.
A demon falling from the sky could crush several unlucky fellows to death amid the fleeing crowd.
On the ground,
cavalry units were accelerating