Although these Great Devil Kings knew that if twenty percent of their side's cultivators could escape next, that would already be considered good.
They still had to risk their lives and give it a try. They had rehearsed the outcome of defeat far too many times already, and knew that no matter what, they had to preserve the kindling of their race.
Just as the expressions of the cultivators on both sides underwent drastically different changes, the enormous bull phantom in the sky, seemingly capable of blotting out the heavens and covering the earth, let out a voice filled with grief, indignation, and boundless weakness.
"All... all members of the Red-Eyed Flame-Horn Beast Race, fall back! Enter the dead zone at top speed! I... we will defend for another... quarter of an hour!"
At the same time that voice rang out, violent fluctuations of pressure appeared once more in the heavens above the people below.
Then two more enormous bull phantoms emerged, accompanied by towering humanoid figures wreathed in surging devilish qi.
Each of those figures was so enormous that they struck terror into the heart, like supreme wrathful vajras glaring down from a temple!
As those figures appeared, another thunderous voice rang out.
"Wishful thinking. Worry about yourself first! Black Devil Race, attack Blackflame City with all your strength!"
A Devil Venerable of the Black Devil Race looked down below and spoke with disdain.
The first half of his words had been directed at the massive bull phantom that had appeared first. After fighting for so long, victory and defeat had finally been more or less decided at this moment.
Although the Black Devil Race's Tribulation Transcendence Realm great cultivators held the upper hand, they had merely inflicted relatively severe internal injuries on the Red-Eyed Flame-Horn Beast Race experts.