If the Lin demon clan and the Yan Chi Dynasty had united their hearts and worked together long ago,
then perhaps they might still have had the strength to fight these outsiders.
But under the current circumstances, the two sides had only joined forces temporarily.
There was neither tacit understanding nor trust between them.
At this moment, under the siege of the Chen Family's many experts, many had already lost their Battle Intent.
Like a powerful crossbow at the end of its strength.
They had lost!
They had lost even more cleanly and simply than Lin, the Demon King, had imagined.
All he could say was that once an army was defeated, it collapsed like a mountain. It truly was an eternal truth.
"What should we do now?"
Su Qianyuan looked at Lin, the Demon King, and could not help asking.
"Gather the remaining people and fight them to the death?"
Lin, the Demon King, shook his head slightly.
"We have no chance of winning anymore. Besides... we might not even be able to gather them."
Lin, the Demon King, saw the situation far too clearly.
He knew that once their side was no match for the enemy,
people's hearts would begin to waver.
Many things would then slip beyond their control.
Just like now.
The battle in the heavens seemed to have reached its final stage.
Amid that flood filling the sky, the Chen Family's people erupted with even greater power, seemingly wanting to end this battle as quickly as possible.
They wanted the East Pole Island experts to feel despair.
Before absolute strength, they wanted them to understand what it meant to be struck down from a higher dimension.
Only by thoroughly beating these people into submission
could the matters afterward proceed smoothly.
The Chen Family had cultivated