At that moment, explosions, battle cries, wails, and the clash of weapons filled the battlefield.
The demons on the battlefield erupted with an unprecedented will to fight. Even those whose cultivation was low or who were outright feeble showed little inclination to retreat when facing high-ranking demons.
With the first explosion, they seemed to be venting the fury they had harbored, or shedding the blood that had to be paid before they could break free of their shackles.
They had already shed far too much blood before, but this time they did so willingly. They understood why their blood was flowing now.
And so, even when facing the avatars of those Demons Monarchs, even when facing a vast disparity in cultivation, they did not take a single step back.
Another tremendous crash rang out, and several houses were crushed in an instant. When the enemy swung his arm again, even more houses toppled amid billowing dust, accompanied by more wails from Low-Rank Demons.
A Fixed Soul Cannon Shell was fired at him, but he blocked it with his arm. The damage from the explosion merely left a few more superficial wounds.
With so little time, the production lines Huo Yuhao had established in the Demon Plane could not produce high-grade Fixed Soul Cannon Shells at all. At best, they could manufacture Class 5 Soul Cannon Shells, and not every low-ranking demon could get their hands on these weapons.
After all, the Demon Plane's production capacity was still very weak. Without the help of large numbers of personnel and technical expertise, even with Huo Yuhao there, reaching the Undead Demiplane's level in one or two months was completely impossible. They could not even achieve one-fifth of it.
Every Fixed Soul Cannon Shell the demons fired now was one fewer in their