That day, as night fell, fierce battles suddenly erupted along the first line of defense—and in several directions at once.
The Red-Eyed Flame-Horned Beast Clan suddenly launched a full-scale assault from several directions. In an instant, violent spell battles that seemed capable of shattering the Immortal Spirit Realm erupted across numerous locations.
In every direction, armies by the thousands and tens of thousands packed the skies like swarms of locusts, charging straight at one another from both sides.
Before long, like two high-speed arrows in flight, the two sides crashed together with a thunderous impact. Screams, furious curses, and the roar of spells immediately rang through the heavens.
The night that had only just descended was turned into day once more...
In one direction, the army of the Nine-Headed Green Phoenix Clan, along with part of the Red-Eyed Flame-Horned Beast Clan's cultivator army, rolled forward like an overwhelming flood that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
However, these two armies were still positioned behind the Phoenix Four Clans' army at the front. That army served as the vanguard, like the arrowhead of a massive arrow.
For this offensive, the armies of the first and second lines of defense had moved out simultaneously. This battle was meant to deal the Black Devil Race a crushing defeat, reclaim their lost territory in one stroke, and force the Black Devil Race back to at least the second line of defense.
Through their attacks over the recent period, the Nine-Headed Green Phoenix Clan and the Red-Eyed Flame-Horned Beast Clan had already determined the Black Devil Army's approximate combat strength. Neither clan wished to drag things out any longer.
It was a burden on both sides. Since the Nine-Headed Green Phoenix Clan had already joined them, what was the point of having them