Under the dumbfounded gazes of the Apostle Level Evil Spirits, more than a hundred Demigod Evil Spirits emerged one after another from the billowing black fog.
Terrifying pressure swept outward in overlapping waves.
It pressed the surrounding air to a standstill, while black lightning continually streaked through space.
All 89 Apostle Level Evil Spirits fighting for the Dark Tide Legion froze, their minds reeling.
Between them, they possessed only 259 Demigod troops, accumulated over many years and treasured as their ultimate trump cards.
Yet this newly promoted Apostle Level Evil Spirit mentioned in Auxiliary Eye's intelligence had casually summoned Demigod Realm forces numbering nearly half their combined total.
Such reserves far exceeded anything an ordinary new Apostle should have possessed.
Then there was this newcomer's absurdly terrifying battlefield calculation ability.
It precisely predicted every faction's movements on the battlefield, even the trajectory of every energy impact.
It also shared battlefield information with them from time to time, issuing coordination orders and demanding that they follow its lead.
Throughout the battle, it squeezed every last drop of value from the dark tide energy, never wasting any needlessly.
Such predictive micromanagement overturned everything the Evil Spirits present had known about warfare.
The Apostle Level Evil Spirits extended their senses, their gazes locking onto Di Nian Evil Spirit on the High Tower's platform across the battlefield, unconcealed awe in their eyes.
Although it was only a newcomer, seniority meant nothing.
The dark tide had always respected strength above all.
Di Nian Evil Spirit's performance had thoroughly earned their respect.
For a moment, they even seemed to see in Di Nian Evil Spirit a rising prodigy of the dark tide.
"This newcomer... given time, it will surely secure a place among the Monarchs," a veteran Apostle Level Evil Spirit could not help remarking over