"Form the ranks, form the ranks, form the ranks!"
Elder Mokan screamed desperately.
But this army was simply too massive, with five Demon Banner Masters, nearly a thousand Demon Generals at the rank of Ten Thousand Commander.
And after marching continuously for over ten days, they were utterly exhausted to the extreme.
Facing this sudden attack, they were almost defenseless.
The battlefield stretches hundreds of miles ahead, and due to the presence of the Foukth Demon, it was utter chaos and slaughter. The Fudi Yao Legion continuously dismembered the Rakshasa King's cavalry, while their side was constantly butchered by the Rakshasa King's Martial Dao Army Corps.
The entire battlefield was a chaotic realm akin to a hellish underworld, devoid of any order.
But here...
The thirty-thousand-strong Centaur Legion stormed in like a moving fortress.
The twenty-thousand-strong Werewolf Corps attacked like daggers, penetrating madly.
