The battle on the ground was extremely bloody, and so was the battle in the air.
Although Lan Ling only had 300 Death Warriors riding on the Ghost Skates, he had just used the Death Entanglement and the Puppetry Technique to turn the enemies into puppet warriors. Therefore, he now had more than 6,000 aerial knights.
"Get into formation!"
Lan Ling didn't need to issue any orders or even a commander. He directly used his brain to control the 6,000 to 7,000 aerial knights.
At this moment, Lan Ling's brain was like the main brain in a sci-fi movie, which could accurately control countless targets.
His incredible brain and mental power allowed him to precisely command every target to go in any direction and perform any action.
Therefore, the coordination between the 300 Death Warriors and the 6,000 puppet warriors was completely incredible. The 7,000 winged cavalry warriors were like a whole.
Following Lan Ling's thoughts, the 6,000 winged cavalry warriors formed a formation in the air at the fastest speed, forming a huge cube that protected Lan Ling in the center.
The 30,000 winged cavalry warriors from the Sky Devil Flag covered the sky and arrived in a moment.
"Surround …"
With a command, the 30,000 winged cavalry warriors surrounded Lan Ling's cube like locusts.
"Attack …"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …
There were 15,000 Ghost Skates, 5,000 Griffin Riders, martial artists from the Fallen Leaves Residence, and martial artists from the 13th Floor.
These 30,000 people shot arrows crazily.
Suddenly, the arrows were like a rainstorm.
And the 6,000 puppet warriors in the air of Lan Ling were also shooting arrows crazily.
The sharp swords shot at each other crazily.
The knights from both sides fell one after another.
The puppet warriors controlled by Lan Ling were already dead, so it didn't matter if they were hit by the arrows. However, once the winged cavalry warriors were hit by the arrows, there was nothing they could do but fall from the sky.
Suddenly, the puppet warriors on Lan Ling's side kept falling, and the cube protecting him became thinner and thinner.
"Death Entanglement …"
"Puppetry …"
Lan Ling's heaven-defying evil skills were being performed crazily. The Death Entanglement in his left hand and the Puppetry Technique in his right.
Like a queen bee, he was protected by thousands of winged cavalry warriors in the center and performed the heaven-defying evil skills crazily.
He exerted his magic power to the extreme.
Every minute, a hundred of the enemy's Aerial Knights would be sucked dry and turned into puppet warriors, immediately filling up his defensive formation.
Every minute, more than a hundred of the Puppet Warriors protecting him would fall.
Therefore, the cube protecting Lan Ling was still getting thinner and thinner, but at a slower pace.
Out of the 30,000 winged cavalry warriors of the Sky Demon Flag, about 100 were killed by Lan Ling every second. Including the death knights and puppet warriors, there were close to 200 of them.
Therefore, there were close to 300 winged cavalry warriors dying in the sky of the Sky Demon Flag every minute.
…
At this moment, on the battlefield, be it in the air or on the ground.
It was unprecedentedly intense and breathtaking.
Celestial Demon Monarch and his men were all frightened and shocked.
From a purely aesthetic point of view, it was simply breathtaking, especially the aerial battles.
The thousands of winged cavalry warriors on Lan Ling's side were completely neat and tidy, be it in formation or shooting. Even though there were thousands of them, they seemed to be a single entity.
Celestial Demon Monarch's heart trembled.
At this moment, his army had already gone all out, and he thought that it would be a one-sided suppression.
Who would have thought that they would be locked in a stalemate, evenly matched?
Celestial Demon Monarch said to his son, Crown Prince Gutu, "What do you think of when you see Lan Ling like this?"
Crown Prince Gutu replied, "The father of the Sky Demon King, Iceman!"
"I'm afraid that's not all," Celestial Demon Monarch said, "do you now know why the Rakshasa Crown Prince is so protective of Lan Ling?"
Crown Prince Gutu replied, "I know. As long as he's given enough power, Lan Ling is strong enough to defeat any enemy for the Crown Prince."
Celestial Demon Monarch shook his head, but he didn't say it out loud because he felt that his point of view was too shocking. Perhaps it wasn't that Lan Ling was loyal to the Young Rakshasa King, but it was the other way around.
Lan Ling's performance was really shocking.
No wonder he dared to charge into the Sky Demon Flag with only 20,000 Centaurs and 300 Ghost Stingray Troops, and even dared to issue a bloody challenge to Celestial Demon Monarch. Fortunately, I brought all my troops in order to end the battle quickly. If I only brought half of my troops, it would be hard to say who would win.
"Gutu, you've offended an enemy that you shouldn't have," Celestial Demon Monarch said, "Even if we win this battle, our Celestial Demon Clan will suffer a great loss."
Crown Prince Gutu looked at the Demon Leopard Troops that kept dying, and the troops that kept falling from the sky. He was heartbroken.
Just like what his father Celestial Demon Monarch had said, even if they won this battle, the Sky Demon Flag would lose almost half of its troops.
The price was too high.
Crown Prince Gutu was a little regretful. Why did I offend Lan Ling? Why did I avenge the despicable Crown Prince Leng? Why did I risk my life for the Netherworld Prince? It was not worth it.
The Demon Leopard Troops and the Ghost Stingray Troops were the accumulation and effort of the Celestial Demon Clan for hundreds of years.
Now that they were dying one by one, no one knew how many of them would be left after the battle.
Gutu's heart was bleeding.
However, seeing his father's expression, Celestial Demon Monarch did not seem to be heartbroken.
"Father, our Demon Leopard Troops and the Ghost Stingray Troops have suffered countless casualties. Why don't you feel heartbroken?" Crown Prince Gutu asked.
Celestial Demon Monarch shook his head and did not say anything.
Lan Ling could summon the power of heaven and earth, as well as the Hell Lightning. Now, he had such mysterious skills on the battlefield.
Therefore, he was no longer a Demon King Invader or a Demon King Bloodline Mutant. He might be an even more terrifying existence.
In order to kill Lan Ling, the Supreme of the Demon Region, the Demon Leopard Troops and the Ghost Stingray Troops were worth it, because every Supreme of the Demon Clan had to be buried gloriously with them.
…
The battle on the ground was still going on!
The Demonic Leopard Legion was like a tidal wave, surging towards the shield city wall and jumping into the Centaur Formation.
The Centaur Warriors spun the two big swords in their hands tirelessly.
The heaven-defying Great Whirlwind Slash slaughtered the Demon Leopard Troops.
More and more Demon Leopard Troops died, and the ground was filled with broken corpses.
Twenty thousand, thirty thousand, forty thousand, fifty thousand, sixty thousand, seventy thousand …
The so-called Three Leopards and One Centaur Army was completely shattered.
In a one-on-one fight, three Demon Leopards might be able to fight a Centaur Army on par. But in a battle, the sixty thousand Demon Leopards were no match for the twenty thousand Centaurs.
But now …
The Centaur Army was in a bad situation.
First, the intensity of the battle was too high. The intensity of the battle in less than an hour had exceeded the intensity of the previous seven days and seven nights. Even the powerful Centaurs were gradually losing their strength.
In less than an hour, their two big swords had used Great Whirlwind Slash more than thirty thousand times.
Each of their big swords weighed more than a few hundred kilograms.
Moreover, their big swords were almost exhausted.
For this battle, each Centaur had brought ten big swords.
In such a high intensity battle, most of the big swords were not only curled up, but also broken.
Although the Centaur Army was still crazily slaughtering the Demon Leopards, the scales of victory were gradually shifting.
Seeing this, Lan Ling in the air asked Khan Chiyan, "Do you want me to summon the Skeleton Army?"
Khan Chiyan was a Death Warrior, so Lan Ling could directly communicate with him using her mind.
"No, Master, we have not reached our limit yet!" Khan Chiyan said, "The most tragic and most difficult battle has yet to come. This result is not enough to prove the glory of the Centaurs!"
For the Centaurs, it would be the greatest humiliation to be a bystander on the battlefield, watching the Skeleton Army annihilate the enemy and waiting for victory.
The Centaur Warriors would rather die than watch from the sidelines on the battlefield.
They were His Majesty the Demon Emperor's World Destroyer Whip. On any battlefield, they had to be the absolute main characters, the absolute main force.
…
Not only was the situation on the ground changing, but the situation in the air was also changing.
The scales of victory also began to shift, sliding in the direction of the Heavenly Demon Flag.
There were two reasons. The speed at which Lan Ling created puppet warriors could not keep up with the speed of his consumption.
Every minute, he would transform a hundred puppet warriors, but he would lose more than a hundred and fifty. Even though the enemy had more than 200 casualties, the enemy's numbers were too high.
So after an hour of crazy battle.
The Demonic Flag's aerial army had lost more than 10,000 people, more than a third of their losses.
On Lan Ling's side, the cube defense formation that was originally made up of 6,000 puppet warriors was now less than 3,000.
Not only that, but the biggest crisis was that … Lan Ling's mana was about to be exhausted!
This was an extremely rare situation. Lan Ling's demon bloodline energy was different from others.
The other powerhouses released their demonic techniques, but in such a high-intensity battle, they would run out of energy in half an hour.
But Lan Ling had already disappeared after fighting for more than two hours. He used the Death Coil to kill tens of thousands of flying cavalry in the air, and then used the puppet technique to transform tens of thousands of puppet warriors.
Perhaps some people were curious why Lan Ling did not use Hell Lightning, which had greater offensive power.
It was true, but Hell Lightning took too long to prepare, and it consumed more mana.
At this time, Lan Ling's mana could last for about half an hour at most.
But …
What attacked him next was no longer the Gryphon Legion, or even the Ghost Ray Legion, but the martial artists of the Fallen Leaf Mansion.
The Fallen Leaf Mansion's position in the Demonic Flag territory was similar to the Cave of Doom's position in the Black Demon Flag.
Although the Black Demon Flag was also part of the 13 Demon Flags, compared to the power of the Demonic Flag, it was a world of difference.
First of all, the Demonic Flag was 1.7 million square kilometers. Adding the 200,000 square kilometers of hunting grounds conferred by the Rakshasa royal family to feed the Demon Leopard Legion, it was 1.9 million square kilometers.
And the Demonic Flag was about 1.1 million square kilometers.
In terms of the Rakshasa population, the Demonic Flag had 14 million people, and the Black Demon Flag had 11 million people. The difference was not big.
In terms of the army, the Demonic Flag had two million elites, and the Black Demon Flag only had one million.
In terms of the air army, the Demonic Flag had more than 30,000, not to mention the trump card of the Ghost Ray Legion. And the Black Demon Flag's air army added up to no more than 5,000.
It was clear to use an analogy. Guangdong and Jiangxi provinces shared a common border. One had a GDP of 7.8 trillion, and the other had a GDP of 1.7 trillion. There was a difference of four or five times.
With such a big gap between the Demonic Flag and the Black Demon Flag, the martial arts forces of the two were naturally worlds apart.
The Fallen Leaf Mansion of the Demonic Flag was more than four or five times stronger than the Cave of Doom.
The last time Lan Ling attacked the Black Demon City, the Cave of Doom sent thousands of martial artists riding all kinds of flying mounts to support the Black Demon City. These martial artists were all above the Great Demon Warrior level, accounting for more than half of the experts of the Cave of Doom.
And this time, the Fallen Leaf Mansion sent nearly 10,000 Great Demon Warrior level experts to participate in the battle between the Demonic King and Lan Ling.
The entire Fallen Leaf Mansion almost turned out in full force.
Tens of thousands of Great Demon Warriors, 1,000 Demon Martial Grandmasters, 95 Demon Grandmasters, and 9 Demon Venerables!
And when Prince Gu Tu asked for help from the Thirteen Floors Building, the martial artists sent were even more powerful. 1,000 Demon Martial Grandmasters, 100 Demon Grandmasters, and 19 Demon Venerables.
In addition to the martial arts forces supported by the Demonic Flag and Elder Mo Kan, there were a total of 13 Demon Venerables. This time, there were more than 42 Demon Venerables and nearly 300 Demon Grandmasters who came to besiege Lan Ling.
This most powerful martial arts force did not move, but gathered behind the Demonic King.
Because these martial artists would form a Soul Devouring Formation, trying to completely destroy Lan Ling's soul and seize his Demon King's Heart.
On Lan Ling's side, there was only one Demon Venerables, the former owner of the Demonic Flag, Demonic King.
There were no more than 15 Demon Grandmasters.
Because the Doom Cavern refused to support, Lan Ling's advanced martial arts strength was less than one percent of his opponent's.
In terms of pure martial arts strength, Lan Ling's Flame Demon Flags were pitifully few.
…
Kill, kill, kill!
Whether it was the battle on the ground or in the air, it continued horribly.
The casualties of the Demonic Flag's Demonic Leopard Legion had exceeded 100,000.
However, the casualties of the Centaurs had also begun. All the Centaur Warriors' strength was almost exhausted, and the weapons in their hands could no longer bear the burden and were almost broken.
The 6,000 Centaur Warriors who were previously responsible for the shield wall had also abandoned the shield wall, and began to fight with the big swords in their hands as their last strength.
The Demonic Leopard Legion and the Centaur Legion had already begun the most direct and horrifying battle.
The casualties on both sides were increasing.
In the air, Lan Ling was gradually losing strength.
This was because the ones who rushed up to fight were the Fallen Leaf Mansion's Great Demon Warriors, Demon Grandmasters, and Thirteen Floors Building's Demon Grandmasters.
The bloodline energy of these warriors far exceeded that of ordinary knights.
Previously, Lan Ling's Death Coil could drain the vitality of 100 knights in a minute. Now, it could only drain less than 10 people in a minute.
Therefore, the conversion rate of the puppet warriors was rapidly decreasing.
Now, Lan Ling's Puppet Technique could only create 10 puppet warriors in a minute, but he would lose 150 of them.
After a short period of ten to twenty minutes …
Lan Ling's magic power was almost exhausted, and the puppet warriors around him were falling rapidly. The defensive array melted like snow under the sun.
Finally …
All the puppet warriors around Lan Ling fell, and not a single one was left!
There were only 300 Death Warriors around him.
As for the enemy, there were seventeen thousand aerial troops, ten thousand martial artists, and seven thousand Ghost Ray Knights.
On the ground, the Centaur Legion had also reached their limit.
They had killed 120,000 Demonic Leopard Legion, but their own strength was also exhausted, and the weapons in their hands were completely broken.
The final moment was finally coming …
…
Celestial Demon Emperor sighed and said, "The final moment is finally coming. Lan Ling is finally going to be destroyed."
The dozens of Demon Lords next to him also sighed.
Today's battle had exceeded their expectations. It was too shocking and shocking.
The 200,000 Demonic Leopard Legion had lost 120,000 soldiers.
The 40,000 aerial troops had been reduced to 17,000.
The trump card of the Celestial Demon Flag had been destroyed by four-seventh, which was a great blow to their vitality.
Lan Ling's performance was too amazing, too amazing. Everyone had some kind of association about his identity. But the reaction of all the Demon Lords was the same: not to pledge loyalty, but to seize the opportunity to kill him.
Finally, it was all over.
Celestial Demon Emperor drew out his sword and said slowly, "Gentlemen, let's send Lan Ling on his way and kill all his lackeys. Then, we'll use the Soul Devouring Formation to destroy his soul."
Immediately, the 41 Demon Venerables and 300 Demon Sect experts behind him drew their swords in unison.
This was a heaven-defying force of martial arts, and almost all of them were above 35 years old.
Even in the territory of the Demon Clan, a Demon Doctrine Expert under 30 years old was extremely rare.
"Lan Ling, it's all over. Accept your fate of being destroyed and having your soul destroyed!" Celestial Demon Emperor roared!
Suddenly, hundreds of top martial artists rushed toward Lan Ling.
At the same time, hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen and millions of infantrymen on the ground rushed toward the Centaur Army like a black tide.
In the air, more than 10,000 aerial troops formed a large array and completely engulfed Lan Ling's 300 Death Knights.
The final moment was coming.
The annihilation of Lan Ling's army seemed to be doomed.
Lan Ling sighed. The ultimate limit of him and his army had been tested.
They had killed 120,000 Demonic Leopard Legion and more than 20,000 aerial troops.
This was already something to be proud of, extremely proud of.
Now, it was all over!
It was all over!
In the air, Lan Ling suddenly roared, "It's all over. My Hell Army, it's time for you to show up …"
As Lan Ling roared.
The ground cracked, and the Rakshasa Mother and the four Ghost Generals directly came out.
Then, the Rakshasa Mother said coldly, "Your Excellency Lan Ling, we fight for you! My great imperial army cheers for your first battle. Go and kill all the enemies in front of you! "
"Boom, boom, boom …"
There were bursts of loud noises.
Countless huge cracks appeared on the ground hundreds of miles away.
Countless Skeleton Troops, together with their mounts, emerged from the cracks on the ground.
There was no end to it, and even birds could not cross it. The Skeleton Troops were endless!
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