"Boss, should we make our move?" a little demon whispered.

The leading monster glanced at the battle not far away and said softly, "No rush, their numbers are still too few. We must use this precious treasure sparingly."

After he had finished speaking, he cautioned everyone, "When I give the order, throw all the grenades you have and don’t hold back any. After we throw them, we’ll charge in. Don’t get caught up in the battle—if things go south, retreat immediately. Got it?"

His gaze swept over everyone’s faces, making sure each nodded in agreement, before refocusing his attention on the battlefield in the distance.

As the vast Heavenly Army arrived, the Demon Clan’s second line of defense was in imminent danger, and the defending monsters and Heavenly Soldiers and Generals engaged in a desperate struggle.

Life became incredibly cheap at this moment, and the fierce battle was appalling. This land had not seen such a bloody conflict in many years.

The Heavenly Army seemed endless, continuously assaulting the position. Even as the Demon Clan desperately resisted, it was to no avail.

Seeing their position about to be taken, the little monster urged his leader again, "Boss, isn’t it time to go in?"

The fury suppressed within the leader’s eyes flashed as he said fiercely, "Wait a bit longer, until there are more of them."

"If we wait any longer, all our brothers will be dead," the little demon cried with a hint of a sob in his voice.

The chief, upon hearing his words, clenched the soil tightly with his hand, his eyes filled with suppressed hatred, yet he still did not issue the command to attack.

The Heavenly Army pressed forward again, the sheer number of their forces was enough to send a shiver down one’s spine at just a glance.

However, this very sight filled the ambushing monsters with delight. They suppressed their joy, quietly waiting for the army to advance closer.

"Attack!" With a shout,

countless monsters suddenly poked their heads out, holding boxes that shimmered with the glow of runes, and threw them toward the Heavenly Army.

The odd-looking boxes landed among the Heavenly Army, puzzling the soldiers who had no idea what the enemy was up to.

The runes on the boxes flickered briefly before enormous explosions sounded; the soldiers, who had been confused just moments before, were instantly blown to pieces by the force of the blasts.

Then the boxes fell like rain upon the Heavenly Army, explosions sounded one after another, rapidly engulfing the entire position.

The rising smoke shrouded the land, yet the Heavenly Court Camp remained in clear view.

"Where is that explosion coming from?" Li Jing suddenly stood up and said, his gaze fixed intently on the battlefield now enveloped in smoke.

"The Demon Clan’s cannons shouldn’t be ready yet, where is this explosion from?" Li Jing was baffled.

He had already made it clear that the Demon Clan’s cannons were not yet charged and could not be deployed to the battlefield so soon, but such a terrifying explosion could only be produced by cannons.

Although Li Jing did not understand how the Demon Clan had achieved this, the series of explosions made his heart sink. Under such a fierce onslaught, the chances for the Heavenly Soldiers who charged in were slim.

On the other hand, the Demon Clan’s morale soared after this wave of explosions, reversing their previous downtrend.

"What a wonderful thing, where did His Majesty find such treasures!" a Demon King exclaimed in amazement at the astonishing explosions.

Everyone knew that these things were brought back by the Peng Demon King from the Demon Court, but no one knew exactly where they were made.

The Peng Demon King said with a smile, "These are the fine inventions of our Military Armament Department, and this is all the stock we have. I brought everything with me this time."

"Truly great stuff. Great Saint, don’t forget your brothers next time you get more."

"Don’t worry, I won’t forget you even if I forget everyone else."

Amidst their laughter and banter, the stored grenades were all thrown out, and the Peng Demon King burst into laughter, "We’ve used them up, now it’s our turn to charge, to take back our position."

At his command, the Demon Clan soldiers who were already bursting with eagerness charged out like madmen, and their battle cries instantly filled the sky.

This time the monsters surged forward with overwhelming momentum, launching a counter-assault against the Heavenly Army.

By then, the Heavenly Army had already been thrown into disarray by the previous explosions, as fear began to breed in the depths of their souls like venomous snakes gnawing at their spirits.

Terrifying defeat ensued, as the once unstoppable Heavenly Army started to be beaten back in what was an unprecedented rout for the Heavenly Court.

The Demon Clan adeptly seized this rare strategic advantage, swiftly enlarging their lead; under their fearless charge, they managed to retake the positions they had previously lost.

They even launched an offensive toward the direction of the Heavenly Court Camp.

"Nezha, Nine Luminaries Star Lords."

"Lead the Immortal Lords and charge forth. We cannot allow the army to continue collapsing like this." Li Jing hastily commanded.

The immortals emerged in unison, charging towards the oncoming Demon Clan, their arrival stabilizing the soldiers’ morale and halting the retreat.

However, by then the Demon Clan had built up such incredible fervor that even the Immortals couldn’t help but retreat in the face of their soldiers’ rising combat spirit and murderous energy.

In the face of such vast war, even Immortals with profound mana found it hard to sway the tide of battle. After all, the mixed atmospheres of deathly and bloodthirsty auras altogether created a dreadful field of energy, suppressing the functioning of the Immortals’ mana.

Under such suppression, no one could assure they would survive indefinitely; tipping into the gutter was all too common an occurrence in the long lives of these Immortals.

Their lengthy lifespans had given them much, but also taken much from them.

Faced with such dire circumstances, the Immortals involuntarily felt a sense of fear. For the first time, they felt death was so close, so near that they seemed to smell its breath.

They were frightened. These Immortals, who had lived for eons, were terrified and dared not charge forward again, after all, they had long lives ahead of them and to die here would be too great a loss.

"Haha, these people have gone soft!" Shituo King laughed aloud.

He keenly sensed the timidity of the Immortals and couldn’t help but mock them, realizing it was a joke that he had been chased hither and thither by such a group.

The other Demon Kings laughed heartily as well, not willing to let go of such an opportune moment, ridiculing the Immortals’ fear of death and greed for life.

"You wretched monsters, truly ignorant of death!" The mockery of the monsters immediately triggered the anger of the Immortals, as one stepped out from the crowd and pointedly cursed at the demons.

A glint flashed in Shituo King’s eyes.