The Demon Tribe was clearly in chaos.
New recruits kept pouring in, and veterans kept heading out to the battlefield.
Fear marked every demon's face.
They knew they would die if they went, but they knew just as well that fleeing would also mean death.
The Primordial World was only so vast, and the Demon Realm only so large. If even their own world were destroyed, where could they possibly flee?
Lu Ya respectfully performed a Demon Tribe salute.
"Honored commander of the Avian Battalion, I am a new soldier, Lu Ya. These are my brothers, Kong Xuan and Great Peng. Please assign us our duties."
The battalion commander did not examine them closely.
Instead, he hurried them into the ranks.
"The third battlefield is about to collapse. If it falls, our defensive line will have to retreat another ten li. How much territory does the Demon Tribe have in total? If we keep retreating like this, our entire tribe will be on the brink of extinction."
"I have only one task for you: lay down your lives here. Even if we die, we cannot retreat any farther. For the Demon Tribe, fight with everything you have!"
Every demon shared the same hatred for the enemy. They gazed at the distant battlefield, seething with boundless fury.
Before long, Lu Ya and the others reached the battlefield.
Until then, the brutality of war had been nothing more than hearsay.
But now they stared blankly as one demon after another fell like shooting stars.
Lu Ya froze on the spot.
For the first time, he felt death with such terrible clarity.
Ahead of them was a unit that had arrived only a little earlier.
Led by an avian demon at the daluo golden immortal level, they charged into the battlefield.
Yet in