"Cough, cough."

Struggling to prop himself up, the demon clan’s cadre with a black mask coughed heavily, spitting out a stream of blood.

Nearby, the demon clan healer quickly released a healing wave to treat him.

The wound on his shoulder slowly healed. The masked demon clan cadre never imagined that his sturdy magic shield could be pierced so easily.

What’s more troubling is that Yang Yu was heading directly toward his location.

No magic fluctuation could be sensed from Kadola’s large body; Kadola was already dead.

The one who started it all must be the young man approaching him!

"To be able to swiftly deal with a Demon King staff...

His abilities are at least Heavenly King level.

He is no longer an opponent we can handle.

Forcing a confrontation will only increase the losses.

We must report to Lord Demon King and the Four Heavenly Kings...

Lord Demon King and each of the Heavenly Kings have their own campaigns.

Even if the notification is completed, coming here would take a substantial amount of time.

For now, retreat for a longer-term plan."

The demon clan cadre with the black mask made the most prudent decision.

Continuing to battle would only allow Yang Yu to take down high-level combat power one by one.

Without the leadership of the Demon King staff, the leaderless army would surely be routed, suffering heavy losses.

With difficulty, he raised his arm, pointing his finger towards the sky. A red ball shot from the fingertips of the masked demon clan cadre, flying into the sky and bursting into dim red fireworks, weaving a pattern of red spider lilies under the night sky, faintly illuminating the battlefield.

After a while, the heroic horn sounded, echoing throughout the vast battlefield.

The horn and fireworks together constituted the demon clan’s signal to retreat.

The meaning of the firework pattern and the rhythm of the horn are only told to the troops before the battle begins, ensuring they are not exploited by those with ill intent.

The demon soldiers who were fighting on the battlefield heard this sound, frowned, knowing they were just a step away from capturing the fortress, yet the sudden retreat filled them with numerous grievances.

But they were not without understanding.

Ever since that giant silver wolf charged into the army, the human soldiers before them seemed invigorated, fearlessly launching fierce attacks.

Being able to snipe the mages executing super large magic from a distance implies that the person who came is extraordinary.

Lord Demon King mentioned in his speech that the Demon King Army’s quality far exceeds any army in this world, but they cannot conquer this world without pressure.

Apart from the giant dragons, there exists a small group capable of casually changing the course of the battle.

They were unlucky, encountering that small group as spoken of by the Demon King.

During the invasion preparations, demon soldiers were taught methods to handle various situations, knowing that the best way to deal with a Heavenly King level adversary is another Heavenly King level individual.

Demon soldiers are not afraid of death; they only fear dying without meaning.

This was the first retreat order issued since the demon clan invaded this world, and not a single demon questioned the rationale behind the retreat.

The battlefield, previously plunging into chaos, regained order with the retreat command.

The demon clan evacuated according to rehearsed procedures numerous times, leaving behind robust demon squads at the rear.

Yang Yu had run halfway, yet hadn’t found another demon clan cadre, when a wall of thick-skinned bodies blocked his path.

One by one, robust-backed demons took out blood-red potions from their arms, pouring them into their mouths without hesitation.

Strange red light burst from their eyes, painful roars echoed across the battlefield, and the demons, originally robust, bulged with veins, muscles swelling, growing as large as a house.

Their attributes nearly doubled, yet as a consequence, their blood volume would decrease every few seconds, until complete self-extinction.

The demons transformed into giants by drinking the potions retained their consciousness, freely unleashing skills as they swung their fists, shaking the earth, and smashing deep pits into the ground to obstruct the pursuing Luo Ze Empire soldiers.

Control-type mages, whether creating quagmires or cracks in the earth, isolated the Luo Ze Empire’s army from the main demon clan forces.

With his current leap power, Yang Yu could easily jump over the cracks.

Crossing the quagmire too was merely a trivial task for him.

But Yang Yu did not leap over the cracks to dive into the thousands, playing the heroic grass-cutting role.

He did not know what sort of control skills the Demon King Army possessed.

To swiftly deal with the green-skinned orcs, Yang Yu maintained his blood volume at a relatively low limit, relying only on two rapid healing skills on himself; there was little room for error.

If he pursued independently and fell into a trap, Yang Yu was not confident he could escape unharmed.

"Let them flee.

Our original goal was never them...

Mass slaughter, whether it brings advantage or calamity...

Who truly knows?"

Murmuring to himself, Yang Yu turned away from the cracks, attempting to capture some demons unable to retreat from the battlefield in time.

To counter the attacking demons, Bai Jin had flown to mid-air early on. Seeing the demon army retreating, Bai Jin redirected the attack aimed at nearby demons to focus on the retreating demon army, launching gigantic double-spiral columns of fire.

Unfortunately, there were many magicians within the Demon King army who had already noted Bai Jin’s actions, crafting defense shields well ahead, preventing Bai Jin’s attack from catching them off guard again.

The double-spiral columns of fire crashed against the demon troops’ sturdy shields, instantly turning into scattered sparks.

As the rear guard magicians erected obstacles, they raised their magic wands to pour magic onto the battlefield, indiscriminately bombing the ground.

The Luo Ze Empire’s mage troops had nearly disbanded before Bai Jin arrived here, unable to craft effective barriers to fend off the incoming magic.

As a last resort, Bai Jin could only transform attacks into defense, taking the lead by extracting magic scrolls to use as a medium, swiftly deploying a massive defensive barrier to shield against the demon army’s attack, protecting the remaining Luo Ze Empire soldiers.

Under the rear guard’s cover, the demon troops moved further away until they completely vanished into the distance.

Iyas lowered her longbow, no longer firing light arrows, instead allowing Lotcar to team up with Qiuye to handle the demon soldiers at the rear, then she swiftly joined the priest’s ranks of healers.

Although this war differed completely from the previous wars between two nations, they shared some similarities. Soldiers are crucial resources in war; saving as many as possible is important.

As time passed, the retreating demon clan magicians flew away, and the demons who drank the special potions gradually died due to the side effects, leaving the battle at the fortress concluded.

Night fell, darkness shrouded the whole city, and the flickering flames drifted about in the shadow.

One by one, soldiers moved across the corpse-filled battlefield, recovering various weapons and anything that could be useful, loading them onto carts to be sent into the city.

During this, they occasionally encountered the bodies of acquaintances, shaking their heads and sighing, closing their eyes for their former comrades, continuing to gather everything usable.

Unsure whether the demon clan might execute a surprise return, the soldiers could not clean up the battlefield or find a resting place for their former comrades.