The Coalition Army of the various nations was formidable, but the Demon Spirit Masters were no pushovers either. Along the way, the Coalition Army's attacks had left the Undead Army unable to provide complete protection for the nations' troops.
Besides, the nations' troops had waited at the front for so long without achieving a single merit. Frustration simmered throughout their ranks, and many simply refused to attack the Demonfolk Army under the protection of the undead.
Some troops left the Undead Army's protection to fight the Demonfolk Army head-on. Although they sometimes killed demonfolk in great numbers and at great speed, their own casualties mounted just as quickly. Some units, eager for quick results, were wiped out outright by Demon Spirit Masters. Only after learning their lesson did these armies of ordinary people gradually settle down.
But as they reached the core region of the Demon Burial Mound, underground tunnels branching in every direction lay everywhere. From time to time, Demon Spirit Masters and demonfolk emerged from seemingly impossible places, causing the soldiers' losses to rise again.
As the area he needed to defend expanded, Huo Hai gradually found that the undead creatures under his control were no longer enough. After half a month of slow advances, his undead creatures had dwindled sharply to three million. The Demonfolk Legion had few troops left as well.
According to reports from the front, the Demonfolk Army was on the verge of falling below four million. If its losses continued, even if the Demon Spirit Masters ultimately held out, they would lose their main fighting force for contesting supremacy over the Southern Nations.
Huo Hai stood quietly in a clearing, gazing into the distance with a strange glint in his eyes. "The Devil Master really knows how to hold his patience. It's been