With Duke Sketa’s death, the elite Ghost Demon army immediately began to collapse, scattering in all directions.

Under the frenzied pursuit of the five thousand Dragon Hunting Dogs, two thousand Hundred-Colored Dragon Eagles, and ten thousand Ghost-Devouring Demon Elite troops, the fifty thousand Ghost Demon Clan elites from Ferlo Fortress were finally annihilated by Shu Feng.

"So many supplies! I’ve really hit the jackpot!!"

Inside Ferlo Fortress, Shu Feng’s eyes flashed with excitement as he looked at the warehouses scattered throughout the fortress.

The huge warehouses within Ferlo Fortress nearly filled the entire stronghold. Stored within them were countless rations, ammunition, Demon Spears, and Magic Stones.

"These are Demon Turtle Barrier War Chariots, one thousand five hundred of them!! Great stuff. They’re powerful siege weapons, and great for defense too. With these, my Spiritual Spear Beasts will have cover during field battles."

"Magic Stones, so many Magic Stones! A shame they’re all Middle Grade and Lower Grade. But that’s fine, they can be used as a power source for the Demon Turtle Barrier War Chariots."

"Magic Energy Armored Vehicles! Awesome, three thousand of them! With these three thousand Magic Energy Armored Vehicles, the mobility of the Warriors in my territory will be greatly improved."

"Rations... if I sell all these rations, I’ll definitely make a fortune!!"

"..."

Shu Feng’s eyes flashed with excitement. Like a mouse that had fallen into a rice bin, he scavenged every last bit of supplies from Ferlo Fortress and then swiftly retreated.

As he prepared to retreat from Ferlo Fortress, a thought suddenly surfaced in Shu Feng’s mind.

’Should I venture deeper into the Ghost Demon Race’s territory and pull off another big score?’

Among the Blue Star Human Clan, a single Demon Turtle Barrier War Chariot sold for as much as 20 billion. Fifteen hundred of them were equivalent to 30 trillion.

The value of the supplies Shu Feng seized from Ferlo Fortress was nearly 200 trillion. The annual GDP of many small and medium-sized countries on Blue Star wasn’t even that high. After all, this was the supply reserve the Ghost Demon Race had prepared to annihilate the Qianyuan Republic Expeditionary Army.

After these few battles, Shu Feng had made an obscene profit and could be considered wealthy enough to rival a nation. Of course, he couldn’t compare to a super-empire like the Qianyuan Republic, but his fortune had already surpassed that of many small and medium-sized countries.

’No, I can’t get reckless! The Void Demon Clan is filled with experts. Besides all kinds of Evil Sacred Artifacts, they also have Semi-Divine Artifacts and Divine Artifacts!! If my luck is bad and I run into a Grand Duke wielding a Semi-Divine Artifact, my death will be certain!’

After weighing the pros and cons, Shu Feng decisively gave up on the idea and silently used Stealth to leave the Void Demon Clan’s territory. As long as he returned to the Human Race’s sphere of influence, very few people would be able to kill him.

In a certain region of the Void Demon Battlefield, a two-hundred-thousand-strong Alien Race slave Warrior Corps, mixed with Ghost Demon Elites, charged toward twenty thousand elites of the Qianyuan Republic.

Countless showers of light appeared on the battlefield, killing dense throngs of the Alien Race slave Warriors and Ghost Demon Elites. The twenty thousand Qianyuan Republic elites also found it extremely difficult to break through, and from time to time, one of their own would fall into a pool of blood.

On a hilltop, the Ghost Demon Grand Duke Malik stood quietly, overlooking the distant battlefield. Behind him followed ten Dukes of the Ghost Demon Race.

The Spirit Saints of the Human Race and the Dukes of the Ghost Demon Clan would not intervene. This was the tacit agreement between the two great powers.p>Any number of ordinary Warriors who died could be quickly replaced. However, the loss of even a single Spirit Saint of the Human Race or Duke of the Ghost Demon Clan was difficult to replenish.

The Ghost Demon Race naturally had numerous Dukes, but the number that could be deployed to the Void Demon Battlefield was limited. For every Ghost Demon Race Duke who died on the Void Demon Battlefield, the Ghost Demon Race’s influence within the Void Demon Alliance Army would diminish.

Grand Duke Malik’s brow furrowed slightly as he said slowly, "How troublesome. The Qianyuan Republic’s Expeditionary Army."

The two-hundred-thousand-strong Alien Race slave Warrior Corps, despite having a ten-to-one numerical advantage against the twenty thousand Qianyuan Republic elites, was still no match for them and was suffering heavy casualties.

One of the Ghost Demon Clan Dukes, Duke Allen, said resentfully, "Those guys are despicable! If they were willing to make a move, this Qianyuan Republic Expeditionary Army could have been annihilated long ago!"

If the Six Great Void Demon Races joined forces, they could annihilate the Qianyuan Republic’s three-hundred-thousand-strong Expeditionary Army by paying just a small price.

Those Void Demon Grand Dukes also understood this principle, but getting the Void Demon Alliance Army to cooperate was simply too difficult.

The Six Great Void Demon Races had only joined forces wholeheartedly a single time: the battle to annihilate the Brentania Republic.

After that battle ended, it was fated that the Void Demon Celestial Pillar would take shape and the Void Demon Battlefield would soon be embedded into Blue Star. On the eve of this victory, none of the Void Demon Dukes were willing to risk their lives. After all, if they forcefully assaulted the Qianyuan Republic Expeditionary Army, which was protected by a Level 1 Spiritual Ability Tower, someone was bound to die at the hands of the Seven Great Holy Spears.

"Grand Duke, I have an urgent matter to report!"

A faint black light flashed, and a Ghost Demon Clan elite dropped to one knee before Grand Duke Malik, speaking respectfully.

"Speak!"

Grand Duke Malik said flatly.

The Ghost Demon Clan elite gritted his teeth and said, "Ferlo Fortress was breached in a surprise attack by an unknown party. All fifty thousand elites have been slaughtered, and all the supplies have been completely looted."

Grand Duke Malik’s expression darkened as he slowly asked, "And Duke Sketa?"

The Ghost Demon Clan elite said respectfully, "There was no trace of Duke Sketa found in the fortress. It is highly likely that he has been killed."

"What? Duke Sketa was killed?"

"Who could it have been? To actually kill Duke Sketa!"

"..."

The expressions of the ten Ghost Demon Dukes changed drastically as they broke into a clamor of discussion.

Grand Duke Malik said flatly, "So elusive, and capable of annihilating the fifty thousand elites of Ferlo Fortress... It could only be him. The Mobile Corps, Shu Feng. Only he could have killed Duke Sketa and wiped out the fifty thousand elites of Ferlo Fortress."

"So it was him, the Mobile Corps, Shu Feng!!"

"The Mobile Corps... it could only have been him!!"

"His growth rate is terrifying! It seems that intelligence report was true. Those shitheads from the Devouring Ghost Demon Clan really were crippled by him."

"..."

The moment the Mobile Corps was mentioned, the ten Ghost Demon Dukes present immediately understood who had destroyed Ferlo Fortress and annihilated its fifty thousand elites.

The Mobile Corps was the nickname the Void Demon Clan had given Shu Feng, signifying that Shu Feng alone was equivalent to an entire mobile corps, his combat power savage and unmatched.

"Withdraw the troops."

Grand Duke Malik said flatly, taking one last, deep look at the main force of the Qianyuan Republic in the distance.

A Ghost Demon Clan Duke, Duke Agapito, said with a look of unwillingness, "Grand Duke Malik? Why are we retreating? We’ve gathered two million elites and a four-million-strong slave Warrior Corps here. As long as we continue the fight, we can absolutely annihilate the main force of that Expeditionary Army!!"