The human Demon Slayer Soldiers were routed. Even Pei Gang had been wounded, and more than half of his thousand men had been killed or injured.
More than half of the Head Chef Army had also become casualties, and Zou Rong had died in battle.
Of the three hundred Cook Soldiers, fewer than a hundred remained alive.
Ding Chen was seriously wounded. Mu Feng was in better shape, but his injuries were still extremely severe.
Chen Xian swept his Spirit Eye across the battlefield. More than ten thousand demons were charging in, along with three Lesser Demon Kings. How could the handful of Demon Slayer Soldiers at the southwest corner possibly hold them back?
"This...!"
Wang Yan and the others looked incomparably grim.
With so many demons, how could they possibly stop them?
"Brother Ding!"
Seeing Ding Chen retreating, the four of them rushed forward to support him.
Chen Xian gave Ding Chen a deep look and said to the four, "Take good care of him!"
This fellow was a prince. He absolutely could not be allowed to die.
Chen Xian drew his blade and charged into the demon horde. Especially those three Lesser Demon Kings—none could withstand a single slash from him.
Pei Gang and the others were dumbfounded. Those three Lesser Demon Kings were incredibly powerful; even joining forces, they could not defeat them. Yet when Chen Xian entered the fray, it was one slash per Lesser Demon King?
Slaughtering Lesser Demon Kings was like butchering pigs and dogs.
In mere moments, hundreds of demons had died at Chen Xian's hands, making everyone suck in cold breaths.
They killed demons one by one, while Chen Xian killed them by the dozens.
His long blade swept like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves, unstoppable in its momentum.
Even so,