Meanwhile.
On the battlefield where the alliance was located.
It had completely turned into a meat grinder that devoured life.
Despite the meticulous orchestration of Tushan Yueli's mind, like the most precise instrument.
Each part of the alliance fought desperately together, dissolving each charge of the Demon Race army as much as possible.
They even launched beautiful counterattacks in certain areas.
But the numerical advantage of the Demon Race was truly overwhelming.
Like an endless tide, relentless and unending.
They feared neither death nor fatigue.
Driven by the will of the Demon God, they crazily assaulted the defensive line.
"Hold on! Hold it!!"
"Left wing! Gap in the left wing! Quickly fill it!!"
"Healing! Quickly! We need healing here!!"
Roars, screams, explosions, clashes of metal, the shriek of energy annihilation...
Various sounds mingled to play a symphony of doom.
