Struck by a powerful enemy from behind, the Beast Race Alliance Army immediately fell into disarray. Now caught between two armies of cultivators attacking from front and rear, the Beast Race suffered countless casualties in an instant.
"Younger Brother Mu, I, Zhou Qilong, have come to help you!"
Having entered the Dao Zun realm, Zhou Qilong looked considerably younger and stronger. His thunderous shout brimmed with soaring battle spirit and the joy of reunion.
"Brother, you've come at just the right time!"
Zhou Qilong's arrival neatly resolved the Human Race's shortage of high-level fighting strength, immediately easing the pressure on Mu Bai, Jiang Ya, and the others.
The low-level Fierce Beasts and vicious birds had yet to develop intelligence and fought fearlessly in the face of death, but the Demon Transformation Demon Generals were different. Cultivation was no easy feat, and they treasured their lives dearly. By contrast, Mu Bai and the three Dao Zun fought valiantly to the death, determined to succeed or die trying. Thus, they gradually gained the upper hand in battle.
On the battlefield below, the Beast Race Alliance Army faced enemies on both fronts and descended into utter chaos. Not only did vast numbers fall to the cultivators' sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, but countless others were trampled dead or injured by their own kind.
The best opportunity to eradicate the Human Race Rebel Army had already slipped away. Tie Niu, too, felt powerless and cried, "We're done fighting, done fighting..."
Ever since leading his army to encircle and suppress this Human Race Rebel Army, Tie Niu had been nursing a bellyful of frustration. Every time, he had clearly been on the verge of wiping them out in one stroke, yet every time, he ended up watching this army grow even stronger. There was truly