I Have A Bunch Of Saint Apprentices

The bodies of the Devil Clan were naturally strong, and they used their brute force to drag five million cavalry into a slaughter!    

Fortunately, the mighty and inspiring Old Master Xiu had motivated the morale of the soldiers, and the combat strength of the cavalry was not to be underestimated.    

Under the blood and sweat of the five million cultivators of the Upper Realm, the Devil Clan's defensive line finally began to collapse bit by bit.    

Looking from the Great Wall of Despair, one could see that a large number of Devil Clan soldiers were slowly retreating. The cavalry was charging deeper and deeper, stepping on flesh and blood as they forcefully cut out a path of life.    

Finally, after Feng Qiuxiu cut down the last Devil Clan in front of him, he turned around and looked around.    

There were no longer any cultivators of the Upper Realm on the battlefield.    

Five million cavalry had left the city, and there were probably less than a million left.    

Looking at the remnants of the Devil Clan who had escaped the Forbidden Flight Formation, Feng Qiuxiu gritted his teeth unwillingly and waved his hand.    

"Retreat! Reject the Great Wall of Despair!"    

A desperate situation could not be avoided.    

Once they rushed out of the Forbidden Flight Formation, there would be too many changes.    

The main force of the Devil Clan was still watching them from afar. If they rashly chased after them, they would probably not be able to return.    

Looking at the cultivator army that was gradually retreating back to the Great Wall of Despair, Shen Jun and Ao Xing's expressions were not very good.    

After a hundred thousand years, the cultivators of the Upper Realm had once again encountered the Devil Clan on the battlefield.    

It seemed that both sides were equal in terms of combat strength, but the Devil Clan was defeated and returned, and the Upper Realm won.    

But was that the truth?    

Yes, both sides had a similar number of people, but what about the entire battlefield?    

The number of cultivators in the Upper Realm mobilized by the Anti-Devil Alliance was two billion, which was indeed a lot.    

However, the Devil Clan had conquered countless planes, and their population was definitely more than ten times that of the Upper Realm!    

Even if it was famine, internal strife, and the loss of 100,000 years ago, the current military force was definitely more than double that of the Upper Realm.    

Not to mention that if it was in terms of individual combat strength, three or five cultivators from the Upper Realm could not compare to one Devil Clan.    

Furthermore, the result of this battle.    

Indeed, the Devil Clan had fled in defeat, but what about the casualties?    

Both sides had a similar number of people and cultivation. The Upper Realm had sent out elite cavalry, and the Human Race, who was the most familiar with the Devil Clan in the Upper Realm, had personally led the troops.    

In the end, the casualties of the Human Race were even more than the Devil Clan's!    

Not to mention that the Devil Clan's physique was incomparably strong. Even the heavily injured soldiers could recover at least their combat strength in a week.    

And if the cultivators from the Upper Realm wanted to recover, they would need at least half a month.    

Under this situation, the disparity in combat strength between the two sides would only get bigger and bigger.    

Under the orders of Feng Shou Xiu, the surviving cavalry took out their Storage Ring and collected the corpses of their comrades one by one.    

Because the food of the Devil Clan was the souls of the living creatures. If the corpses were preserved, the souls would be preserved as well.    

During this period of time, five million cavalrymen had left the city to support the defense. They were staring at the Devil Clan army in the distance nervously.    

The enemy did not go forward to snatch the corpses. However, Shen Jun, who was standing on the city wall and watching the entire battle, still had a solemn expression on his face.    

"We have the Great Wall of Despair, countless Spirit Crystal ballistae, and an endless supply of resources." Ao Xing suddenly said, "Defend the Great Wall of Despair. We may not lose."    

"Resources can be endless, but human lives cannot."    

Shen Jun's expression was gloomy as he gritted his teeth and said, "Spread today's battle report to the Upper Realm. The first battle against the Devil Clan. Five million against five million. The enemy retreated greatly. Three million devils were slain!"    

"Shen Jun, the Celestial, personally supervised the battle. The Lord of the Demon Sealing Mountain was bestowed with the role of the vanguard. The Upper Realm's first battle was a great victory!"    

With Ao Xing's intelligence, he naturally understood the game of words in Shen Jun's words.    

Defend the Great Wall of Despair and slay three million devils. This sounded like a victory for the Upper Realm.    

The number of casualties and the number of enemies were not mentioned at all. It was only a victory in the first battle.    

If it was really a great victory, why didn't they count the number of casualties? Could it be that they didn't even need to count the number of heads?    

This was pure lie.    

However, Ao Xing felt that there was nothing wrong with it.    

Compared to honesty, it was more practical to stabilize the army.    

To the north of the Great Wall of Despair, in the boundless snowfield.    

The Devil Clan's camp stretched from the bottom of their feet to the end of the horizon. Hundreds of huge black holes behind them still had an endless stream of troops coming from various planes to the Upper Realm.    

Shen Jun's estimation was not wrong. The Devil Clan's military force was definitely in the quadrillion.    

"Lord Devil Sovereign, the food we brought is not enough for us to eat."    

In the largest black-golden tent, a huge Devil Clan with a height of six or seven meters half-kneeled in front of the Devil Sovereign, Ye Chonglou, and said respectfully, "Our children are starving. The dissatisfaction in the army is brewing."    

The meaning of his words was that they were inviting the Devil Sovereign to fight.    

To feed on war was the only way for the Devil Clan to survive since ancient times.    

The others in the tent also looked at Ye Chonglou with anticipation.    

"I have said it many times. Before the other Devil Sovereigns of the Upper Realm came to the Upper Realm, we set up camp here." Ye Chonglou flipped through the battle report in his hand and said indifferently, "This is the order of Lord Sky Devil."    

"But Lord Sky Devil said that if the situation changes, you have the right to disobey his orders!" The huge Devil Clan suddenly raised his head and continued, "We have already fought with the cultivators of the Upper Realm. Although their fighting methods are a little strange, it cannot change the fact that they are weak."    

"The Devil Clan's army has already gathered eighty percent. Those lower-level lords are already getting restless!"    

Ye Chonglou did not say a word. He merely waved his hand, indicating for him to leave.    

"Lord Devil Sovereign!"    

The huge Devil Clan roared in a low voice. "The consumption of our men is too great. The souls on this snowy plain are scarce and weak. They are simply unable to satisfy their appetite."    

"The food we brought can't even last a month. If this goes on, I'm afraid that they won't listen to your orders anymore!"    

Ye Chonglou finally put down the battle report in his hand. He looked at his loyal subordinates who were desperately persuading him, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He still did not let go.    

"Then we'll kill them."    

"In the name of Lord Sky Devil, those who resist the orders on the battlefield will be killed without mercy."    

The huge Devil Clan's face instantly flushed red. In his anxiety, the last bit of rationality he had completely disappeared.    

"Devil Sovereign Chonglou, you can ignore the Devil Clan. What about Devil Sovereign Yu Xiu? Where is your junior sister?"    

"As far as I know, she is currently in the White City at the center of the Upper Realm! She has already become a prisoner of the Upper Realm!"    

Ye Chonglou's gaze suddenly changed.    

The initial indifference and calmness instantly disappeared, and a hint of ferocity overflowed from the corner of his eyes.    

Seeing that, the huge Devil Clan did not restrain himself. He simply stood up and continued, "Lord Devil Sovereign, more than a hundred of my tribe's newborns have already starved to death. You can ignore this."    

"But I don't know if those people in the Upper Realm will treat a beauty like Devil Sovereign Yu Xiu as…"    

Swoosh!    

Plop.    

After a clear sound of a sword being pulled out, the huge head fell to the ground with a plop.    

The body did not ignite, but with a gust of cold wind blowing into the tent, the corpse instantly turned into ashes.    

Dozens of high-ranking members of the Devil Clan shuddered violently!    

They had long heard that Ye Chonglou had always been in love with his junior sister and regarded her as his exclusive property. He had even gone so far as to contradict the Heavenly Devil for her sake.    

Now it seemed that it was true.    

Ye Chonglou stood up and walked out of the tent without looking at her. He shouted.    

"Gather the army!"    

"Let's go hunt in White City!"