The atmosphere was utterly silent.
The deputy general of Prince Zhen Nan and the surviving elite soldiers, numbering no more than a few dozen, all felt their hearts surge with emotion.
Eleven Great Demons, six Demon Kings.
In but a fleeting moment, their corpses lay scattered across the ground!
Is this the power of the Human Race Saint Master?
Among these six Demon Kings were beings no weaker than the Creation Peak!
Even Prince Zhen Nan, armed with three Old God's Magical Objects, would not have the confidence to defeat six Demon Kings working together!
These soldiers had long been preparing, ready to rally the military formation and cover the Saint Master's retreat, if necessary.
But the expected fierce battle never unfolded.
The outcome had already been decided!
"Impossible..."
