With a pair of huge fleshy wings flapping rapidly behind him, Moller needed to expend scarcely any effort to fly at breakneck speed, swift as an arc of light.
A commander insignia rested on his chest.
This commander insignia differed from those of ordinary Yaksha Clan commanders. It bore an additional blood diamond, which glimmered with a terrifying light.
If there had been a human commander present, they would certainly have recognized it as the Yaksha Clan's honorary commander insignia—the Blood Diamond Commander Insignia.
Not every Yaksha Clan commander had the chance to become a Blood Diamond Commander. There were only fifty Blood Diamond Commanders in the entire Yaksha Clan. To become one, the rest needed peerless martial strength; this was paramount. Without it, they need not even dream of it, for they simply did not qualify.
The human race also had honorary commander insignias. Naturally, they were not Blood Diamond Commander Insignias, but Purple Gold Commander Insignias.
At present, the human race and the Demon Race combined had roughly fifty-four Purple Gold Commanders, slightly more than the Yaksha Clan's Blood Diamond Commanders.
"Commander, over nine million li to the left-front, there is a force of a thousand. They are human."
Behind Moller, a Yaksha King clad in silver armor flew over.
"A human force of a thousand?" Moller raised a brow. "Lead a force of seven hundred over and tie them down. I'll lead the rest to encircle them from all sides."
Not only did Moller possess overwhelming martial strength, his command ability was also formidable. He knew that if he charged over openly with five thousand men, the enemy would certainly flee. If he dispatched a force of a thousand, the chances of them fleeing would still be high—likely no less than fifty percent. Everyone knew the Yaksha