Just as Yang Lingshu suffered another attack from the Demon Child, the Demonic Path forces newly entering the Northwest had also completed their deployment and launched a new round of offensives against the Northwest Grand Camp.
Only a little over three hours had passed since the previous battle ended.
Fortunately, Yang Lingshu had promptly sent a warning to the grand camp through a transmission artifact, giving the Northwest side a brief window to prepare before the battle.
Once the Northwest cultivators marched onto the front lines this time, the garrison force left in the entire camp would be less than a tenth of its original strength.
After completing what he believed might be his final strategic deployment, Lu Changfeng donned his armor and walked out of the command barracks, ready to lead his troops to reinforce the front lines at any moment.
Gazing at the endlessly swelling boundless demonic clouds to the north, which seemed as though they would never disperse, he knew that the moment he too stepped onto the battlefield would mark the final hour of the defensive battle in the heartland of the Northwest.
The departures of his old friends, one after another, had long steeled him for a fight to the death.
Since they had been ordered here to ward off the demonic scourge, then until the last drop of blood in their bodies was burned away, there was absolutely no reason to abandon the fight and flee!
"Commander Lu!"
At that moment, a shout came from the front of the grand camp.
It was a Core Formation Cultivator who had already lost half an arm. Without even having time to tend to his wounds, he rushed back to the camp in one breath and said to Lu Changfeng, "On the northeastern flank, a troop of