"You think Daughter Village is tofu, ready to crumble at a touch? Cut the damn nonsense. Take your men and get up there. Charge through that opening in the southwest and widen the passage for me!" wolf demon Ironback nearly roared.
Iron-Beaked Divine Lord shuddered in fright and did not dare delay any longer. He hurriedly called his lesser demons and charged toward the southwest.
Shen Luo silently followed among them, but his gaze continually swept over the surrounding battlefield.
The Myriad Demons Alliance had brought an enormous number of Demon Race cultivators. Including the corpses already scattered across the ground, there were likely sixty or seventy thousand in total. Their ranks were a mixed bag, and more than half had cultivation below the Out-of-Body Stage.
As for the stronger ones, aside from Youxiong Kun of the Taiyi Realm, there were another seven or eight True Immortal Stage cultivators. Only one had reached the Late True Immortal Stage, a Demon Race cultivator skilled in concealment.
Had Shen Luo not reached the Taiyi Realm, with senses now vastly superior to before, even he would have found it difficult to notice that figure flickering in and out of sight. He guessed it might be some sort of lizard demon.
The others from Daughter Village had grown much stronger than before. They had even more True Immortal Stage cultivators than the Demon Race, eleven in total, but their overall numbers were still far too few. They were struggling desperately to hold the line, and their casualties were likewise severe.
All eleven True Immortals had unfamiliar faces. Shen Luo did not know whether they were cultivators who had advanced over the past century or hidden experts long kept in reserve by Daughter Village.
Among the eleven was a ponytailed young woman dressed in a