The Demon Race position where Qingfeng stood was utterly empty.
Not even a single demon soldier's corpse remained. The fierce astral wind had torn the worthless small fry nearby to shreds.
Dozens of yards ahead, some lay dead, others wounded.
Corpses littered the ground as far as the eye could see.
A Great Demon tried to seize the chance to ambush him, only for Qingfeng to grab it by the scruff of its fate.
More Demon Race Cultivators formed arrays one after another, trapping Qingfeng.
Elsewhere, the demon army's assault on Tengchong City had never stopped.
Demon Army soldiers fell screaming from time to time.
But this could not halt their offensive. They continued their frenzied assault on the tottering Tengchong City.
The Great Demons commanding the Demon Army understood that even if they killed Qingfeng and Gu Xizhou,
it would mean little to them.
All they needed was to break through Tengchong City.
Then the Grand Array the Demon Slayers had laid in the Mist Forest would no longer affect them.
At that point, more Demon Army troops would revive within the Grand Array.
The demon army's strength would rise by more than a single tier.
Nowhere in Qi Province would be able to stop their advance.
So their offensive surged like a tide, those behind stepping over the fallen before them as they charged at Tengchong City again and again.
Every Demon Race Cultivator had already seen the dawn of victory.
Their offensive could only be described as madness.
As long as they could break out, victory would be theirs.
With two punches, Gu Xizhou sent Feilian flying a thousand miles away.
Then he flashed to the foot of Tengchong City.
Taking his Fist Stance, he held nothing back, hammering punch after punch into the Demon Army.
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