Thick smoke billowed in the air above Zhennan Pass, and the figures of battle were everywhere.
Jiang Feng looked up toward the high altitude, where the battlefield belonged to the true powerhouses of the Demon Race and humankind, those at the eighth order and above.
Jiang Feng yearned for the battlefield of the powerhouses, but he was also well aware of his own strength. Killing a seventh-order demon was still manageable, but once he encountered an eighth-order one, things would become difficult.
Therefore, his targets were primarily the sixth- and seventh-order demons on the battlefield.
In this war, the Demon Race could be said to have sent out all their elites, because Jiang Feng did not see any Twin-Blade Demons acting as cannon fodder in the battlefield.
All demon soldiers on the ground battlefield possessed at least the strength of the third order, with the fourth order being the most numerous, interspersed with quite a few fifth- and sixth-order ones.
Jiang Feng flapped his spirit wings, piercing through the battlefield like a golden beam of light, holding the Holy Sword Heaven's Mandate and the Glorious Holy Sword in his hands.
Having spent three months in closed-door cultivation, he had long been eager for the battlefield; after all, he was currently extremely thirsty for system coins.
Yet on this battlefield, system coins were everywhere as far as Jiang Feng was concerned. As long as he made a move, he could reap the lives of demon warriors, and his system coins shot upward in a rapid succession of ticks.
He saw the twin swords in Jiang Feng's hands each slash out a brilliant blade of light. The blades of light cut across the open sky, striking two sixth-order Two-Headed Demon Vultures simultaneously.
The Two-Headed Demon Vulture possessed both the dark and fire