The bell tolled on and on, sweeping away devils by the millions.
Behind Jiang Yang, over ten thousand members of the Demon Race pounded their chests and cheered at the sight of Demon Emperor Taiyi's tremendous might.
Seeing that morale was ripe, Di Jun shouted at the top of his voice.
"Demon Race, follow me and slay the enemy!"
With that, he transformed into a Golden Crow and charged ahead, one bird leading the way.
The Demon Race army followed close behind, plunging into the devil army's ranks in an instant. Within moments, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Within the devil army's central camp.
The devil monarch had sensed trouble the moment he saw Jiang Yang step forward carrying the bell.
But he knew very little about Jiang Yang. He knew that great bell was powerful, but not how powerful.
The deserters who had fled the front had long since been executed by his trusted subordinates for fleeing battle, their corpses hung up as a warning.
Those political enemies and remnants of the old faction could die for all he cared.
He did not care in the slightest how powerful the Demon Race was.
In his mind, however strong a newborn race might be, could it surpass his long-established Devil Ghost Race?
Besides, the enemy he envisioned in his heart was the Divine Clan, not this Demon Race transformed from wild beasts.
What he witnessed today truly shocked him.
But what shocked him was not the strength of Taiyi of the Demon Race, but the great brass bell Taiyi carried.
Beneath its tolling, devils in their multitudes surrendered their heads!
He believed that this so-called Demon Emperor Taiyi's strength lay entirely in that bell!
After all, the spies he had sent to gather military intelligence all reported that the Demon