Tang Tianjun did not know that his opponent was in a much worse state than him.
Yuan Hong's current mood was one of despair. The only reason he hadn't broken down yet was because he could still afford to do so.
However, he knew that even if he killed the remaining 1,000 humans, he would not win. He would lose, and he would lose miserably!
90,000 demon elites against 10,000 humans. In the end, there were only 30,000 left. He would cut the humans and make them bleed.
These humans would bite off a piece of flesh from their bodies, making them remember the pain of being bitten off at all times.
He felt despair because these humans were like madmen. It was as if they could never be defeated. Only death could calm them down.
However, on his side, he would have to pay double the price.
Yuan Hong knew that if he continued to fight, he would have to pay at least half of the price to kill the remaining 1,000 humans.
Even the elite demon warriors under his command had the same thought. This was a group of undefeatable opponents.
They could only fight to the death to obtain the final victory.
However, even if they won, how would they deal with the remaining four divisions when only 15,000 of the 100,000 elites were left?
The battle between the four divisions and the Shura Tribe would not be inferior to this canyon. The Shura Tribe only had 40,000 elites.
40,000 against 40,000. If they were as terrifying as the Fire Tribe, it would be impossible to win.
The truth was that the four divisions were not much weaker than the Fire Tribe, especially the Thunder Tribe. Yuan Hong had seen it before.
However, Yuan Hong knew that he had to kill these humans because this was the only way out. He no longer had any thoughts of attacking the four divisions and annihilating the White Tiger Legion.
He only wanted to open up this path and leave with the rest of his elites.
He even thought of negotiating with Tang Tianjun to let them leave and sell off the Shura Tribe and Akuf.
Yuan Hong admired Akuf, but he would not be soft-hearted in front of the interests of his own race. As for what the Shura Tribe would think in the future, he could not care less.
However, he knew that Tang Tianjun would not give him a chance to negotiate. When the eighth charge was launched, the humans still charged down from above like before.
This caused the Monstrous Race warriors to feel incomparable despair. However, no matter how much despair they felt, they still had to fight.
The two armies clashed once again, but there was no more shock from the previous clash.
In reality, Tang Tianjun did not have more than a thousand men. Excluding a hundred warriors, he did not even have nine hundred men left.
However, these 900 people were still able to suppress the Demon Clan's 30,000 strong army. After drinking the wine, the soldiers found that the pain in their bodies had lessened.
However, their speed did not slow down. They became even more ferocious than before. Some of their arms were chopped off, but they still subconsciously swung their arms to attack the monsters.
Seeing this, the Yao Clan members were stunned, unable to recover from their shock.
Retreat!
They continued to charge forward and were forced to retreat. However, Tang Tianjun's people were too few. In the end, they were still surrounded by the demons.
This time, they could not retreat, but Tang Tianjun did not think of retreating either. He could only kill until his hands could no longer wield the saber, until the last drop of blood on his body was drained.
There were fewer and fewer people around him. Some collapsed and could not stand up again.
Yuan Hong finally heaved a sigh of relief. He had killed more than three hundred people from the Fire Tribe, but these three hundred people from the Fire Tribe had killed more than three thousand of his warriors.
These were all exchanging lives for lives. These humans were all saying that killing one was not a loss. Killing two was a gain. Killing three was a great gain.
This was a group of lunatics who did not care about their lives.
However, Yuan Hong's despair did not turn into a breakdown. He was getting closer and closer to victory.
When he surrounded the remaining five hundred people, the huge rock in his heart finally fell. It was finally over.
The remaining twenty thousand warriors could not die. He did not want to exchange ten for one. It was too much of a loss!
His Demon Ape Tribe's elites were almost completely wiped out in the eight charges. This was the Futian Clan. He experienced the despair of the ancient Wu people.
They clearly had the upper hand, but they could not win.
"Surrender, and I can let you go!" said Yuan Hong.
These words shocked the demons present. So many warriors had died, and they were about to win. Was he going to let them go just like that?
However, just as many of the Fey were about to speak, they swallowed their words when they saw the ferocious-looking humans!
Who did not want to die again? They had already lost this battle. They had lost completely.
Killing these five hundred people would not make up for their losses. Instead, they would have to invest more. As for Akufu's strategy, with only twenty thousand of the original ninety thousand left, it was already dead.
Perhaps Akufu would never have thought that he would take such a huge risk and release the demons. Even with ninety thousand elite demons, he could not beat ten thousand human warriors.
Tang Tianjun was slightly shocked, but smiled. "Everyone lives with one breath. In battle, we rely on this breath. If I really surrender, this breath will be gone. I'm afraid I won't even have the strength to wield my blade. When the time comes, won't I be at your mercy?"
Tang Tianjun understood this principle, and so did the warriors of the Fire Tribe. What was supporting them now was not faith or willpower.
It was the breath he took before he died.
Yuan Hong also knew that even though Tang Tianjun and the others' spiritual power had been completely drained, their physical strength was not the slightest bit inferior to before.
It was this breath that was supporting them.
If this breath was gone, the demons could easily capture them and bring them back to the demons.
Yuan Hong laughed bitterly. His expression turned cold. "If that's the case, I'll give you the greatest respect and bury you here!"
Following his order, the demons pressed forward once again.
Tang Tianjun knew that he was going to die. He regretted it a little. He thought of his wife and the child that was about to be born.
He regretted not going back to see her. He regretted fulfilling his responsibility as a father.
At this moment, he felt a little sad. But he also thought that if his child was born and knew that his father was a great hero who fought a bloody battle with the demons in Mount Buzhou and killed tens of thousands of elites of the demons, perhaps he or she would be proud of himself?
People said that before death, they would see something unbelievable.
Tang Tianjun felt that the scene in front of him was unbelievable. When he was surrounded and only had one breath left.
He did not see his wife, nor did he see the child he imagined. He actually saw a dead man.
"Boss, are you here to pick me up?"
Tang Tianjun looked into the distance and shouted. He was a little scared at first, but soon he was not. He said, "Boss, look, I didn't disappoint you. Although … although I can't kill them, I … I didn't retreat."
It was a person, a person who rushed over from the top of the valley. Tang Tianjun could not be more familiar with that face.
However, he soon realized that something was wrong. His boss did not respond to him. He only took out a pagoda. Then, countless human experts flew out of the pagoda. They were all old monsters from the mountain.
Yuan Hong had just heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming, the pagoda, and the human experts that came out of the pagoda. He immediately collapsed.
The demon elites who had held on for so long also collapsed.
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