On the plains outside the Savage Bone Mountains, the Demon Clan army had finished assembling.
More than six hundred thousand demons crowded together, stretching farther than the eye could see.
Lesser Demons, Hellhounds, Corroders, Living Dead, Liches, Heavy Armor Demon Soldiers, and more.
Every kind of demon was present.
Mid-ranking demons such as Giant Burrowing Dragons, Magic-Eye Beasts, Throwing Demons, and Siege Behemoths were scattered among them as well.
Over fifty Sixth-Rank Demon Clan members were stationed throughout the army, directing its forces.
This force rivaled the one that had previously launched a surprise attack on Great Xia from the sea.
It was even more elite!
Pyke hovered in midair, looking down over the Demon Clan army with satisfaction flashing in its eyes.
This was in the bag.
Six hundred thousand against a hundred and fifty thousand. How could we lose?
It calculated that once it won this battle, it could claim credit when the Eighth-Order Demon God arrived.
Then, perhaps it could become the new supreme commander of the Terra Continent, receive more resources, and break through to the peak of the seventh order.
As for Yaxes, its only remaining seventh-order rival, who was responsible for the Dwarf Clan front, there was nothing to worry about.
Yaxes's offensive against the Dwarves had gone poorly, and it had still failed to break through Dwarf Mountain City. How could it have the gall to claim any credit?
At that thought, Pyke's mood soared.
In the distance, the Half-Orc army also arrived on the battlefield.
The three Seventh-Order Experts, Usok, Talos, and Nar, hovered in midair.
They looked down at the Demon Clan army, their gazes grave.
Through their scouts, they already knew roughly how many troops the Demon Clan had assembled.
Talos frowned.
"That bastard actually abandoned the encirclement of