"Senior brothers, junior brothers, get ready to strike!"
Flame Immortal Luo Xuan secretly transmitted his voice to the Jie Sect disciples behind him.
"Senior Brother Luo Xuan, who are we helping?" Shi Ji asked.
The battlefield was now a complete mess, but one thing had remained unchanged: the Demon Race was in the sky, the Wu Clan was on the ground, and the two sides were clearly divided.
Saint Mother Jin Guang said, "I think we should help the Demon Race first. The Wu Clan has two fierce fighters and can hold on a while longer."
Everyone glanced over and found that it was indeed as Saint Mother Jin Guang had said.
On the Wu Clan battlefield, Xing Tian and Da Yi charged at the forefront like tigers among sheep. Whenever they saw a Wu Clan member in danger, the two of them would step in to help.
Even so, Wu Clan members continued to fall.
The demon cultivators on the Demon Race battlefield were in even worse shape. Their casualties were several times those of the Wu Clan. Even now, they had not formed an effective resistance, with most fighting on their own.
Most of the Jie Sect disciples were demon cultivators as well, so compared to the Wu Clan, they naturally leaned more toward the Demon Race.
Moreover, the Demon Race had fewer top-tier combatants than the Wu Clan. If no one helped them, they might be wiped out entirely.
"Help the Demon Race!"
Luo Xuan shouted and was the first to charge at the North Sea Giant Demons. Before he even arrived, his spell had already blasted one of them away, saving an injured demon cultivator.
The Jie Sect disciples behind him, along with countless independent cultivators, all charged toward the North Sea Giant Demons.
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