The Imperial Palace was a Demon Race force that had emerged after the racial war began. It included every Demon Venerable who had entered the world and served as the Demon Race's highest command authority.
The true Demon Venerables above the Mid Stage were almost all cultivating in seclusion in the deepest reaches.
After all, the true key to victory in the great war lay in the core combat forces of the Human Race and Demon Race.
Even advancing by a minor realm could tip the scales of victory a little further.
This Golden Horned Demon Antelope was a member of the Imperial Palace.
The female elder from the Creation Sect furrowed her brows tightly.
"Thick Earth Dao Venerable's Earth Dragon Turnover requires time to gather strength, but the moment its aura emerges, that demon antelope launches a will assault to forcibly interrupt it."
"The Star Fighting Sect's Great Sun Furnace Array was corroded at the foundation of its formation by the filthy blood-light spat out by the venom python in the city just as it began!"
"If this goes on, forget breaching the city—even we Dao Venerables may suffer considerable injuries, and the casualties among the disciples below will be terrifying!"
Her expression was extremely grim. Clearly, the situation was exceptionally thorny.
This Golden Horned Demon Antelope was no simple opponent. It had also attained profound mastery in the Great Dao of Soul and the Dao of defense, reaching the pinnacle in defensive methods. Without a blade sharp enough to shatter the entire city, they could only call for reinforcements. Otherwise, they would truly be worn to death alive.
"Attack!"
"We cannot stop!"
A burly man clad in precious armor and carrying a massive sword on his back growled lowly:
"If we retreat even one step, the pressure on