Wan Lei did not know that on the city walls below, a figure like an ant was filled with surging blood, influenced by him.
Though he appeared glorious at this moment, only he knew his own suffering.
Damn it, hundreds of thousands of demon attacks were truly painful when they struck.
This was only because he possessed the Innate Thunder Body, the Haotian Battle Body, the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill, the Lei Yao Battle Armor, and the Vajra Dharma Body, making his defense maxed out. Had it been anyone else daring to charge ahead, they would have been instantly obliterated.
However, the good news was that the current situation was far better than when they were chased by millions of demons on the Bitter Sea battlefield last time.
Firstly, the demon numbers were smaller; it was millions last time, only hundreds of thousands this time.
Secondly, there were no Demon God realm powerhouses among the demons. No one could inflict crushing damage upon him. Instead, these demons, even the Demon Lords, found no match for him.
Lastly, the Thunder Rain team members were far stronger than during the last battle. They each possessed defensive magical treasures, and their cultivation had all broken through to the Taiheng realm, their combat power and defense incomparable.
This was their capital for charging through the chaotic army.
Ao Lie, having transformed into his true form, a being in the Limitless realm, coupled with his Dragon race physique, was an absolute cheat among a group of Demon Lords and Mortal realm demons.
His speed did not wane, nor did he aim to kill many enemies. He simply charged back and forth, wherever there were enemies, he would rush in, throwing the enemy formations into disarray, causing immense suffering to the demons.
If you tried to attack him, his speed was incredible. The Limitless realm combined with the Wind Blade Escape Technique meant very few attacks could land on him. Even if they did, they couldn't break his Dragon race physique.
Yet, he could easily strike the demons. The demon army was there, and he simply charged through. Any demon he brushed against or bumped into suffered broken bones and shattered limbs.
The pitiable demons, having to concentrate their attacks on the main army outside, also had to guard against a giant dragon suddenly charging from behind to kill them, making them utterly miserable.
Wan Lei’s massive form, standing a hundred zhang tall, like a god, directly took on the role of a meat shield, following in the wake of Ao Lie's charges. He killed enemies while shielding his teammates from damage. The demon formations, after being impacted by Ao Lie, were usually in chaos, making effective counterattacks and defenses difficult.
The others followed behind Wan Lei, attacking the armies on the flanks, dealing as much damage to the enemy as possible.
Especially the four little ones. Their coordination was impeccable. They ignored everything else, focusing solely on fighting Demon Lords. Bao Bao focused on crowd control, Han Xiaoyun on ranged output, Wan Qianxin acted as the vanguard dealing damage, and Xia Yubing mopped up.
Their coordination was seamless as they charged left and right. However, in a chaotic battle, they couldn't attack others without being attacked themselves. No matter how chaotic the demon formations were, the attacks that landed on them far outnumbered the ones they launched.
As time passed and the battle progressed, their injuries increased, and their spiritual energy depletion grew. The demons were not entirely foolish and would not allow them to continue their rampage.
The demons promptly adjusted their strategy. The demons in the central area all turned around, encircling this small team, while the other demons bypassed that area and focused their full might on the reinforcements' location.
With their vast numbers, the demons soon charged through mountains of corpses and seas of blood to face the main plane's army. Close-quarters combat was imminent.
The main plane's army was not adept at close-quarters combat, and with their numbers at a severe disadvantage, they were immediately pushed back under the demons’ close-quarters assault, with the death toll rising sharply.
Watching the human corpses of the main plane continuously fall, the people in the city below grew increasingly somber.
Earlier, they had cheered and rejoiced, witnessing the heroic charge of the Thunder Rain team through the demon ranks and the main plane's army slaughtering demons with ranged weapons.
But as the demons gradually stabilized the situation and turned the tide, the main plane's army struggled to hold on.
The mood of those below gradually became heavy.
Could it be that even the heavenly soldiers could not defeat the demons?
Would they be defeated again?
Was this world destined for destruction, and were they all fated to die?
"Captain, we can't go on like this. No matter how many demons we kill, it's like a drop in the bucket. The main army is being defeated too quickly. In this short time, nearly half of them have died or been injured. If this continues, their combat power will weaken, and the demons will quickly slaughter them. We cannot kill all the demons by ourselves."
Wan Qianxin, observing the situation, rushed onto Wan Lei's shoulder and shouted into his ear.
Wan Lei's true form within the Dharma Body’s head looked around the battlefield. How could he not see that the reinforcements they brought could no longer hold on, rapidly collapsing under the demons' assault?
Winning against superior numbers was, after all, only a rare miracle. The individual combat power of both armies was roughly similar. With the demons having greater numbers, their victory was the normal outcome.
No matter how strong their small team was, no matter how many demons they killed, it was merely a drop in the bucket.
"It's fine, I still have one last move."
Within the Dharma Body, Wan Lei’s voice was hoarse. Hesitating, he took out his supreme Demonic Ring.
"If I put on the ring, I can unleash the power of a Sage, and eliminating these demons will be as easy as turning my hand."
"No, you can't wear the Demonic Ring again!"
Fang Xiaoyu saw Wan Lei's action and rushed into his Dharma Body to stop him.
"If you don't put it on, the army will be wiped out."
"Even so, it's not allowed. I can't watch you die. Don't you remember what happened to you last time you wore this ring?"
Fang Xiaoyu glared fiercely at Wan Lei. If he dared to wear it, Fang Xiaoyu would snatch it away.
"You..."
Wan Lei gritted his teeth in anger.
The main plane's army continued to fall, and everyone below watched with worried hearts, falling into silence.
Liu Tao also raised his head, looking at the falling corpses. The laziness, resignation, and nonchalance that were once in his eyes were gone, replaced only by bewilderment and感动 (gǎndòng - emotion, moved).
He was bewildered as to why these outsiders were sacrificing their lives for their world.
He was moved because they were willing to die rather than retreat, all to protect people like them!
For the first time, tears welled up in Liu Tao's eyes.
He hadn't cried when he couldn't beg for money and had no food, he hadn't cried when he was caught stealing and beaten, he hadn't cried when he was bullied by his peers, when he was wronged, when he was hunted, or when he was betrayed by the woman he loved.
But now, he was crying.
Protection, homeland, countrymen, belief...
Feng An's words echoed in his mind.
The image of that golden figure charging like a god of war was still vivid.
Before his eyes, countless human corpses were still falling.
He felt moved, he felt self-reproach, he felt regret, and he hated the cowardice of himself and those around him.
While outsiders were fighting for their lives, they were simply standing there watching!