When numerous Great Demons charged out, the thousand-strong Demon Race squad was frantically rushing forward, practically colliding head-on.
Once the Great Demons came overwhelming, there was no space for either side to buffer.
The Demon Clan Soldiers could certainly turn and flee, but that would mean the collapse of the battle line, leading to a bloody massacre awaiting them.
Alwyn Briarwood understood this very well, so even though a torrent of rampant, unstoppable Great Demons was descending ahead, and he instantly felt his scalp turn numb, he still roared, "Front line hold, rear line alternate withdrawal!"
Alwyn Briarwood's command was decisive and correct; however, now the Majestic Sect's side with Great Demons and Great Land Prime Immortals had top-tier strongmen numbered double the Demon Race squad!
Sixty-plus against thirty!
How could they possibly hold?
