The battlefield in the starry sky not far away is nearing its end, even with a million troops they couldn't hold off Qin Jiuluo and the hundred thousand demon warriors behind him for long.
For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the sounds of slaughter, corpses were spread everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.
These demon race soldiers, upon dying, could no longer control their spiritual power and reverted to their original forms, causing the starry sky to look like a slaughterhouse—strange and diverse animals floating in the void, bloodied and laughable!
Meanwhile, on the Whale Demon Airship Flagship, Niu Dali's eyes were already blood-red, emanating a terrifying aura, with a cold expression, like a devil stepping out of hell!
"Charge! All of you! Surround them! Even if it costs lives, I will bury them with corpses!"
Niu Dali's eyes glowed with a bloody light, but deep down, it was still the pitch-black color.
