Little Demon Lord, So You Have This Day Too?

Little Demon Lord's Division.

Under Yuchi Wentian's command, the elite battle regiments of the three Asura Legions relied solely on the advantage of the terrain and crude defensive fortifications to withstand wave after wave of attacks from the Devil Race allied forces, attacks that crashed down like raging billows and tempestuous seas.

Brothers fell in battle without cease, while the wounded were carried away one after another.

Yuchi Wentian was already covered in blood, his eyes shot through with crimson veins. He roared, "Have the distress signals been sent? Did the communication Jade Talismans relay the information back to headquarters?"

"They were sent!" The personal guard was equally exhausted, yet still roared in reply, "Every distress signal we could send has already been sent. But headquarters is extremely far from us. In the short term, there is practically no chance that any troops can come to rescue us."

"Damn Devil Race!" Yuchi Wentian threw back his head and roared, as though venting every emotion in his chest. "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill one and we break even; kill two and we profit!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Driven by him, the army's morale barely rose by a notch.

Meanwhile, the Little Demon Lord in the central command tent looked equally bedraggled. He and his guards were also covered in blood, clearly having fought on the front lines before retreating to rest and recuperate.

His Void Ascension Realm guard, Gong Litu, had gained a claw wound deep enough to injure his lungs and viscera. He had suffered it while covering the Little Demon Lord's withdrawal from the front lines, struck by an enemy Demon King.

Fortunately, Void Ascension Realm cultivators possessed powerful physiques and vigorous life force. Such an injury was not yet fatal.

"Young Master!" Gong Litu swallowed a pill and urged him