With the Demon Race clan chief, their pillar of support, gone, the great demons of the Demon Race fled in utter disarray. The scales had completely tipped toward Badan, and this battle could now be brought to a victorious close.
By this point in the fighting,
no one knew how many factions had arrived. During its heyday, the Demon Race had suppressed countless forces, but once it fell into decline, countless forces wanted to come forward and stomp on it.
In truth, the Demon Race clan chief had merely been the strongest member of the Demon Race. There were still many powerful figures within the Demon Race, but it had always been divided into many branches—the Bear Race, Lion Race, Wolf Race, and so on. These branches had only been united beneath the clan chief.
With the Demon Race clan chief's death, almost every great demon's first reaction had been to protect the living strength of their own branch as much as possible.
With no will left to fight, while Badan's side was brimming with momentum and reinforcements kept arriving, their defeat naturally came crashing down like a mountain collapse.
In fact, if the remaining Demon Race had united, they might not necessarily have been unable to win.
"It's over."
In the central region of the Demon Race, Badan stood beside the Immortal Water Well and murmured. The Demon Race had taken many things and hidden them in the deepest reaches of the Demon Race Forest, where they could not venture. Only the Demon Race could survive in the deepest part of the Demon Race Forest.
But the Demon Race could not take this Immortal Water Well away.
Or rather, they could not take it away in a short time.
"Men!"
After taking a deep breath, Badan looked toward the