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The battlefield quickly collapsed as Zhang Hao was completely controlled by Feng Tianlong. Feng Tianlong's foot pressed heavily on Zhang Hao's back, his eyes glinting with cruelty and disdain. His overwhelming power cast a shadow of despair over the entire battlefield.
Human Soldiers and Cultivators were filled with fear and helplessness upon seeing Zhang Hao subdued. They knew that the battle could no longer continue; their only choice was to retreat. However, the demon soldiers pounced like hungry wolves, mercilessly hunting down those who attempted to flee.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat!" a commander shouted in despair, his voice filled with terror and resignation.
The soldiers scrambled in panic, but the demons pursued them relentlessly. Their weapons gleamed with a cold light, each swing bringing death. The cries of Human Soldiers echoed through the chaos, flesh and blood flying as the battlefield became a scene of unimaginable brutality and carnage.
A young soldier tried to escape, but his speed was no match for the demons. A Demon Soldier sneered as he caught up, his longsword flashing with a chilling light. The soldier glanced back in terror, and in the next moment, his body was sliced by the sword, blood splattering as he fell to the ground.
"Leave no one alive! Kill them all!" a Demon Commander ordered coldly, his voice laced with cruelty and fervor.
The Demon Soldiers hunted down the fleeing humans like crazed beasts. Their attacks showed no hesitation or mercy; each swing resulted in countless deaths. A Cultivator attempted to fight back, but his strength seemed insignificant against the demons. He was thrown heavily to the ground, blood spewing from his mouth.
"We can't give up! We must hold on!" a soldier shouted desperately, but his voice sounded so weak and powerless amidst the chaos of battle.
Feng Tianlong watched everything with a cold smile, a glimmer of cruelty flashing in his eyes. He reveled in this feeling of control, finding immense satisfaction in watching Human Soldiers struggle helplessly before him.
The Human Soldiers felt an overwhelming pressure and fear; every act of resistance seemed futile and hopeless. The battlefield was drenched in blood and death, countless corpses strewn about as blood stained the earth.
One soldier tried to help a fallen comrade, but his hand was severed by a Demon Soldier's blade, blood splattering everywhere. The soldier wailed in agony, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness. Another soldier attempted to flee but was pierced through the back by a demon's sharp sword, collapsing to the ground unable to rise again.
"This is your end; any resistance is futile," Feng Tianlong said coldly, his voice filled with cruelty and contempt.
The hearts of the Human Soldiers were filled with fear and despair. They knew that this battle was unwinnable, and the only thing they could do was try to escape. However, the relentless pursuit of the Demon race felt like a nightmare from which they could not awaken. Their attacks were merciless and brutal, shattering all hope.
The cries of anguish and screams on the battlefield rose and fell like a haunting melody, as the despair and helplessness of the Human Soldiers seemed to permeate the air. Their resistance appeared insignificant in the face of the Demon race, each effort ruthlessly crushed.
The scene on the battlefield was beyond horrific. Blood stained the earth, and severed limbs lay scattered everywhere. The once valiant Human Soldiers now lay in pools of blood, their eyes reflecting unfulfilled regret and despair. Smoke billowed, and flames erupted, painting a picture reminiscent of hell.
The forces of the Demon race surged forward like a flood, their brutality and ruthlessness on full display. Each Demon Soldier pursued the fleeing humans with wild excitement, their weapons glinting coldly as they harvested lives without mercy. A Demon Warrior swung a massive axe, cleaving a resisting soldier in two, blood splattering everywhere as a cruel smile spread across his face.
"Run! Run for your lives!" a wounded soldier shouted in desperation, but his voice was weak and powerless amidst the chaos of battle.
Yet, the Demons offered them no chance to escape. A Demon Archer sneered as he drew back his longbow; arrows flew like death's summons towards those attempting to flee. The arrows pierced through several soldiers' chests, causing them to collapse on the ground, groaning in agony.
"Leave no one alive! Kill them all!" commanded a Demon Commander coldly, his voice laced with cruelty and fervor.
The Demon Soldiers pursued the humans like crazed beasts, mercilessly hunting them down. Their weapons shimmered with cold light, each swing bringing death and terror. The battlefield was filled with cries of anguish and screams; blood splattered everywhere, and corpses piled high.
A young soldier tried to crawl away to escape, but his legs were shattered by a Demon Soldier's hammer, rendering him immobile. The Demon Soldier laughed cruelly as he plunged a sword into the young man's heart. Despair flickered in the soldier's eyes before he collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
The entire eastern front had collapsed, clearly visible on the tactical map. Friendly markers disappeared one after another, signifying vibrant lives turning to ashes in an instant. Chen Xiang stared at the screen, his brow furrowed in deep pain and despair.
"Oh my God... what is happening?" Chen Xiang murmured softly, his eyes shimmering with helplessness. He could not comprehend why the eastern defense line had crumbled so quickly or why friendly markers vanished at such an alarming rate.
The command center fell into silence; the atmosphere was so heavy it felt suffocating. The soldiers bowed their heads, a flicker of despair and helplessness crossing their faces. They knew that the eastern defense line was crucial to the entire battle situation; however, now they could only watch helplessly as everything slipped beyond recovery.
Master Han held his breath and closed his eyes, trying to sense the fluctuations of Spiritual Energy on the battlefield. After a moment, his eyes suddenly flew open, a flicker of shock and fear crossing his face.
"It’s Feng Tianlong’s Spiritual Energy..." Master Han whispered, his voice filled with terror and unease. He felt that familiar yet powerful Spiritual Energy emanating from Feng Tianlong. He knew that Feng Tianlong's strength was immense, capable of annihilating the entire battlefield.
Chen Xiang, hearing Master Han's words, felt a wave of shock and fear wash over him. He was aware of Feng Tianlong's might, but he never expected that Feng Tianlong would personally join the fray and bring such devastating force.
"We must find a way to curb his offensive; otherwise, all our efforts will be in vain," Chen Xiang gritted his teeth, striving to calm himself and devise a strategy.
Master Han nodded, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes. He understood that Feng Tianlong's power was formidable, but they could not give up just yet. They had to find a way—no matter how difficult—to stop Feng Tianlong's assault and protect their homeland.
"We cannot retreat; we must give it our all," Master Han said softly, his voice brimming with resolve and courage. He knew that this battle would determine the fate of the entire world; no matter how challenging it became, they could not back down.
Chen Xiang took a deep breath, a spark of determination igniting in his eyes. He understood that regardless of the challenges ahead, they had to rely on their own strength and fight to protect this world. The collapse of the eastern front was only temporary; they needed to regroup and find a way to overcome Feng Tianlong.
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