As those hideous, clumsy, and expressionless faces drew closer and closer, and the stench emanating from the demon warriors filled his nostrils, Wang Yao could only weakly swing the golden sword in his hand. The golden sword was so sharp that even without exerting any force, he could probably easily kill these demon warriors.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept up around Wang Yao, and the demon warriors swept by the wind froze on the spot for a moment. Then they turned around and rushed out of the tent.
Not far ahead, the ferocious demon who had just arrived beside the fallen demon general was instantly surrounded by demon warriors, who, oblivious to their own mortality, launched an attack on the ferocious demon.
The ferocious demon was probably also shocked by the scene before it. It roared and slaughtered the demon warriors without any regard for the consequences. But soon a blurry figure swept past it, and the ferocious demon's huge head rolled off like a ball.
The demon warriors, now without their opponents, stood there for a moment in a daze before rushing off into the distance. The demon general lying on the ground, still in shock, turned his head to look around, completely unaware of what had happened.
"Is the Old Man of the Moon alright?" A slightly aged voice rang in Wang Yao's ears, who was still in shock. Wang Yao turned his head with difficulty and saw that it was Lu Ban who was speaking. He was staring at him with his brows furrowed.
"No...it's nothing, I just ran out of spiritual energy and I'm a little exhausted," Wang Yao stammered.
"I'll go find Lord Ghost King and see if he has any medicine to restore spirits... Quickly, bring a few guards, the commander is here!" Lu Ban nodded, then shouted to the surroundings before hurrying off.
Wang Yao noticed that although demonic weapons were still falling from above, they had all disappeared around the camp in the short time. Wu Ying and Qin Su, who had been separated from Wang Yao during the battle with the demonic weapons, were finally found. Both of them had expressions of fear and relief after surviving a disaster.
"Our Netherworld army has arrived. I don't know what methods we used, but the Demon Martial Arts Academy is currently in internal strife," Wuying said to Wang Yao, panting.
"Brother...you...how are you?" Qin Su looked at Wang Yao with a worried expression.
"It's nothing, I just ran out of spiritual energy," Wang Yao replied weakly.
"Ling... is this what you want?" Upon hearing this, Qin Su took out a few Rejuvenation Pills and handed them to Wang Yao.
"You... how do you have this?" Wang Yao's eyes widened immediately when he saw the Rejuvenation Pill in Qin Su's hand. He nodded with difficulty and asked.
“When I parted ways with Master Mo, I asked him... I wanted to help my elder brother, but... but the immortals and the underworld are different, and I can't get close to him in times of danger. I... I asked him... if there was any... any good way.”
"Master Mo... Master Mo gave me some of these Rejuvenation Pills, saying that immortals fighting in other worlds are most afraid of exhausting their spiritual energy. As long as... as long as I can provide this to my brother at any time, my brother will be fine."
As Qin Su carefully tossed a Rejuvenation Pill into Wang Yao's wide-open mouth, she stammered and explained in detail.
The Rejuvenation Pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and Wang Yao felt a surge of power flowing into his limbs and bones. Although the spiritual energy replenished by this one Rejuvenation Pill was negligible, it was enough for Wang Yao to stand up.
"How much do you have left? Hand it all over." Wang Yao reached out his hand to Qin Su.
"Oh..." Qin Su agreed and gave the remaining Rejuvenation Pills to Wang Yao, then took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom. "This can hold a hundred pills. I just took out five, so there are ninety-five left."
Without saying a word, Wang Yao first threw the four Rejuvenation Pills in his hand into his mouth, then snatched Qin Su's small porcelain bottle, opened the cap, and poured the Rejuvenation Pills into his mouth.
"Do you want to replenish your soul power?" Wang Yao smacked his lips a few times with satisfaction, then turned to Wu Ying and Qin Su with concern.
“We’ve just replenished our supplies. They’re all from the Underworld, and each Underworld soldier carries many Resurrection Pills,” Wuying said to Wang Yao.
The arrival of the Underworld army quickly stabilized the battlefield situation.
To be honest, the Demon Warrior is relatively effective against the Underworld Clan. After all, the Demon Warrior is a puppet whose mind is controlled by its master. Many of the Underworld Clan's methods of interfering with the soul are ineffective against them. However, Lu Ban, who arrived with the central army, is a master of puppetry and has his own unique way of dealing with the Demon Warrior.
Instead of eliminating the Demon Warriors, he distributed a pre-made powder to all the Netherworld Clan members, instructing the Netherworld Ghosts to spray it specifically at the Demon Warriors. Once the Demon Warriors were hit, they would immediately abandon their current enemies and turn their attacks on the demons who had not been sprayed with the powder.
The sheer number of demon warriors was overwhelming, and only this internal strife could effectively control their almost endless torrent of attacks. As the area covered by the powder sprayed by the Netherworld Ghosts continued to expand, the demon warriors turned back and attacked from where they came from, and the military camp finally calmed down.
With spiritual power in his body, Wang Yao's courage increased greatly, even though it wasn't fully replenished. He first went to check on Hui Shuo to make sure he was safe and sound, and then leaped back onto "Immortal's Sorrow" to survey the battlefield.
At this time, most of the demon race had withdrawn from the battle. They were all taking the time to catch their breath and recover, busy healing their wounds and replenishing their demonic power.
The Netherworld Ghosts rushed to the front lines, mingling with the transformed demons and warriors. Fueled by the newfound fighting spirit, they relentlessly attacked the surrounding areas of the military camp. Some powerful Netherworld figures even reached the very front, employing a variety of tactics, creating a chilling and eerie atmosphere throughout the battlefield.
The demons and warriors were either falling down with broken limbs or being converted in large numbers, and the battle line was rapidly expanding in all directions.
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