Another figure followed close behind, landing on the main battlefield.
Dressed in splendid green robes, holding a folding fan.
The Demon Sage, Yingzhao.
A short, ugly man burrowed out of the ground.
The Demon Sage Feidan.
A nine-headed giant serpent, its body as massive as a mountain, appeared on the northwestern battlefield.
The Demon Sage Nine-Headed Infant.
A red-robed woman sat atop the nine-headed serpent: the Demon Sage Shangyang.
A black-robed woman spread her wings and appeared in the air above the southwestern battlefield: the Demon Sage Qin Yuan.
A Demon Race cultivator with two horns, a bull's head, and a human body appeared on the southeastern battlefield, carrying a club.
The Demon Sage Chitie.
The Demon Sage Guiche, holding a long spear, stood beside the Demon Sage Chitie.
Yang Jianbai appeared on the main battlefield.
Eight Demon Sages, plus the Second Palm Master of the Daoist Lineage.
And more than three hundred Eighth Realm Great Demons.
The Demon Race Army was countless.
They took to the battlefield with the living strength of the Demon Race!!
They did not conceal their auras. Instead, they deliberately let every Human Race cultivator atop the walls feel that immense pressure with utter clarity.
"...Hehehe..."
An old Swordmaster bared his teeth and laughed wildly.
"Fuck!!"
"Damn your mother's third granny and his second uncle! Looks like I won't be making it back alive!"
"..."
This was the most frenzied the entire Demon Race had been in ten thousand years.
They did not want to keep fighting a war of attrition against Demon-Suppressing Pass.
Demon-Suppressing Pass had the Nine Provinces at its back. In time, an endless stream of manpower and supplies from the Nine Provinces would pour into the pass.
Then this war would likely drag on for thousands, tens of thousands