Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Half a day later, the Great Liang frontier army, which had breached the defense line of the demon army, was reduced to only about half of its original strength. In this great battle, out of the two hundred thousand cavalry army, a full hundred thousand men were buried in the desolate north!
The demon army suffered even more heavy losses, not due to injuries inflicted by the human frontier army, but because the cultivation realm of that powerful emperor was too high. His combat power was truly too terrifying. He would instantly reap the lives of hundreds of demons just by walking through the army formation.
As for those great demons, if they dared to engage in battle with the Great Liang Emperor, they would also pay a heavy price.
The High Priest beckoned, recalling the demon troops who were still eager to hunt them down.
The high-ranking demon general looked unwillingly toward the south and said angrily, "Are we just going to let them leave like this?!"
The High Priest responded, "Do you have a better solution?"
The high-ranking demon general remained silent.
"In fact, we should have expected it. Since even His Majesty couldn't make him stay, then it would be impossible for us to make him stay either. The truth is often hard for people to accept; otherwise, we wouldn't have paid such a heavy price. Let him go back, he may not necessarily find peace. After all, he may not have an easy time in the South."
The High Priest beckoned again, and between heaven and earth, amid the wind and snow, the solemn sound of horns echoed - it was the demons signaling to retreat!
After years of battles and killings in the Northern Frontier, these soldiers had heard such horn signals countless times and naturally knew what it meant. If it were an ordinary day, they would have shouted with joy, but at this moment, no one spoke. Their bodies were incomparably exhausted. Fighting with demons in the snowy weather was not their forte to begin with.
Towards the end of the battle, they were solely relying on sheer willpower to pers
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