The blaze roared to life, and with the help of the fire oil, the great quantities of timber inside the fortress began to burn. The timber had been arranged with careful method and skill, ensuring that the fire would not consume it all in a short time, but would spread slowly instead.
Seeing that the fire had fully taken hold, Lian Feng shouted, "Let's go! Get back as fast as you can!" With that, he wheeled his horse around and rode away. He had no desire to linger here any longer. Without troops, even he would eventually die of exhaustion if the Demonfolk Army surrounded him. The others followed close behind, retreating swiftly.
When the Demonfolk Army caught up, they discovered that the entire fortress had been set ablaze. "Halt. We'll rest here. We can't catch them now." In their pursuit, the Demon Spirit Masters had brought only a small number of their most elite Demonfolk.
Now that they could no longer catch up, they might as well wait here for the troops behind them and take some time to recover. The blaze had already taken full hold; it was not something they could simply put out. Taking a detour would take too long.
After all, they had brought a full two hundred thousand Demonfolk this time, not even counting the ordinary soldiers following behind. To maintain stability in the Southern Forest Kingdom, they could not turn those ordinary soldiers into Demonfolk, no matter what.
"Are we really just going to let them escape?" Mo Yun's face was full of anger. He had originally been the general here, but a single defeat had cost him his position. Now he could only serve as an adjutant, while someone else had become general. Had his cultivation not been so high, he probably