The demon soldiers were vast, their murderous aura reaching the skies.
The Demon Kings of the Seventy-Two Mountains in Yangzhou gathered here, with even the spiritually awakened Little Demons numbering over a hundred thousand, not to mention the Demonic Beasts of each mountain range, which altogether surely surpass a million.
Outside Yang Valley Pass, the Demon Kings of the Seventy-Two Mountains assembled, issuing the final mobilization orders to the various demon soldiers before the battle.
The Roaring Sky Tiger King stood with hands on his hips, his crimson cloak fluttering in the mountain winds, making him appear awe-inspiring and imposing.
