On the battlefield, Er Ming unleashed a punch. Alba hurriedly blocked it with the dark greatsword in his hand, but its tremendous force still drove him back step after step.
Meanwhile, the wounds on Alba's body kept multiplying, and his aura grew increasingly unstable.
Alba discovered that although his cultivation had reached the Quasi-God level, he held no advantage whatsoever against Er Ming before him.
In the sky, Alba's nine clones were exchanging relentless attacks with Yuanen Tianzhen and Yuanen Tiandang, already struggling to hold their own.
As for the thirty thousand elite troops of the Demons Legion Alba had brought to Douluo Star, a glance across the battlefield revealed fewer than four thousand remaining, with casualties still mounting.
Seeing this, Alba knew that this invasion no longer stood any chance of success, even though he had already cursed Wu Jie a thousand times over in his heart.
But Alba also understood that he had been far too careless this time. After all, even Wu Jie had hit a wall here, so the strength here had to be considerable, and he had been far too confident back then.
At this thought, Alba had already begun considering returning to the Demon Plane.
Just then, terror began to fill Alba's eyes, because he could now clearly sense the Life Energy left drifting in the air by the slain demon soldiers beginning to flow in one direction.
Although Alba did not know what was happening, he realized he absolutely could not linger here.
This phenomenon forced Alba to wonder whether this was a trap his opponents had laid, with the Life Energy within him as their goal.
Moreover, Alba's invasion had now failed completely. The Demons Legion had been all but wiped out, and he held no real advantage against the enemy's powerful