The young Devil Race marshal faced the Azure Robe Emperor, while the Devil Race's ten great marshals turned their attention to the Human Race's ten great marshals. As marshals, they were not only immensely powerful—at the very least, top-tier Emperors—but more importantly, they possessed a grasp of the bigger picture and could lead armies into battle. Otherwise, no matter how strong they were, they could not become grand marshals.
Basically, whether they were grand marshals of the various races or star-ranked marshals, their opponents were all of the same level. To them, killing one marshal was more useful than killing a hundred generals. As the saying went, generals faced generals, soldiers faced soldiers. Fighting on the battlefield was not as dangerous as imagined; it was not as though one would be slaughtered by experts at every turn. So long as one's luck was not too poor, the chance of surviving exceeded half.
"Kill!"
On Golden Spear Marshal's side, Golden Spear Marshal waved a hand, and a vast number of soldiers charged forward, Ye Chen's group of five included.
Crimson Wind Emperor had lost his earlier relaxed demeanor. All that remained was heaviness and killing intent. One of his former close friends had died in war. He himself had been fortunate, but Stone Man Emperor, being the eldest, had watched many of his friends fall. For Life and Death Realm Kings who had never participated in war, joining one was for war profits or tempering. For them, it was vengeance—nothing else.
Boom boom boom boom boom...
Countless soldiers crashed together like waves filling the sky. In an instant, hundreds, even thousands, fell, raining down like droplets.
"Die!"
Startling killing intent burst from Crimson Wind Emperor's eyes. With a sweep of his iron fan, tri-colored light swept out. At once, all the