While Wang Fugui was risking everything to turn the Dread Grand Commander against his own side and had achieved preliminary results...
Blackwave Pass, on the right-flank defensive line of the Dongxia army, had also endured a meat-grinder of a battle.
Blackwave Pass occupied perilous terrain. The surrounding Void Sea environment was extraordinarily hostile, with enormous spatial rifts crisscrossing everywhere and countless highly corrosive black mists seeping from their cracks. Even the Devil Race, with their formidable physical bodies, found it difficult to withstand.
To pass through Blackwave Pass, one could only take a winding, nine-turn channel as narrow as a goat trail.
The route through this channel was complicated, and not many flying vessels could pass through at once. Several defensive lines had been established along the way to hold it, reinforced by the various void formations laid down by the human race. It truly possessed the grand bearing of one man guarding the pass against ten thousand.
Speaking of it, this formidable pass had been specially built by the human race a hundred thousand years ago to oppose the World-Ending Division. Later, however, Blackwave Pass fell and remained in Devil Race hands.
It was only this time, when Ji Taichang took advantage of the World-Ending Grand Commander being wounded and missing, that he seized this mighty pass back.
Yet this time, Blackwave Pass had fallen again. The Dongxia Eighth Legion stationed here fought to the bitter end and was completely wiped out, while the Eighth Legion's commander, Yao Changsheng, was severely wounded and captured.
Of course, the Devil Race had paid an extraordinarily heavy price as well. Despite having several times the military strength, they had suffered a one-to-one casualty ratio. If every battle against the Devil Race could achieve such a ratio, Grand Marshal Ji would be grinning