In the western regions of Mang State, it took only a day for the Demon Race to overrun the area with their rapid march.
The Demon Race paused for a brief rest of an hour.
An elderly man with white hair appeared in the City Lord's Mansion of the fortress's prefectural city.
The elder had the appearance of the Human Race, yet the grotesque and diverse-looking demons treated him with exceptional reverence, considering him superior, which was quite peculiar.
If any outsider were here, they would be able to recognize this elder as Elder Lianyang of the Rinsing Spirit from the Taoist Sect.
Of course, nominally he was Elder Lianyang, but in truth, his real identity should be the "soul" of the Heart Demon.
Elder Lianyang calmly asked a demon commander, who had scales on his head and wore armor, "What are the losses?"
The demon commander tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile that was unclear whether it was gladness or sorrow, "The Human Cultivators are fierce and fearless of death, some even seeking death voluntarily. We only know our loss is about seventy percent of the Human Race's."
In other words, seven Sixth Grade demons of the Demon Race can exchange for ten Sixth Realm Human Cultivators.
"Seventy percent...." Elder Lianyang frowned, his face heavy, and he sighed deeply, "These losses are relatively significant. The intense resistance of the Human Race indeed exceeded my expectations."
Their losses were only seventy percent of the human's losses.
In theory, this should be considered commendable battle results.
But the premise is that both sides' strengths are relatively comparable.
In fact, the current strength comparison between the two sides is completely a lopsided crushing.
Given such a disparity in strength, the weaker side often flees without putting up a fight. Normally, the loss ratio should be around twenty percent.
Elder Lianyang shook his head and suddenly realized, even though he had stayed in the Human Realm under the guise of the Human Race for thousands of years, he had never truly understood these frail humans.
Because he had focused most of his attention on those High Realm Human Cultivators, completely disregarding these Low Grade Cultivators.
Therefore, these Low Grade Cultivators had presented something unexpected to him.
However, Elder Lianyang looked around the empty prefectural city and muttered to himself with utter indifference, "But, what does that matter?"
Let alone a seventy percent loss; even if it were ten percent for them and seventy percent for the humans, it would make no difference to him.
Because merely at the basic troop level, the number of demonic cultivators they had far exceeded the number of Human Cultivators in the western regions of the Central Spirit Domain by more than twenty times.
In terms of both quantity and quality, it was a comprehensive crushing.
More importantly, the Human Cultivators are merely fearless of death.
Their demonic cultivators don't consider their lives as lives at all.
In the eyes of the Demon Lords and the Demon Lords, Eighth Grade and below demon cultivators are expendable, no matter how many die.
The human heart is of flesh.
The demon heart is black.
They can recklessly send Low Grade demonic cultivators to their deaths, using their lives to capture Human cities and break through the Sect's Great Formations.
Moreover, Elder Lianyang also knew that the high-level Human Cultivators were definitely not fools.
There was no future to be seen on this continent.
The Tao-Demon war had not even officially begun.
In such a region where the Human Race did not hold the advantage, and the Dragon City Pass had already fallen, would they abandon their lives and fight fiercely against them?
Making such a choice would be extremely difficult for any cultivator.
For sects and families, it was even more so.
No power would place all their stakes in such a bleak place with the Tao-Demon war about to begin.
Not even the most experienced gamblers among ordinary people would risk everything at the start of the gamble.
In this place, even if you won a temporary victory, if you couldn't take back Dragon City Pass, everything would be in vain.
Their demonic army would just keep pouring into the Central Spirit Domain endlessly.
Therefore, the various domains of the Human Race tacitly chose to temporarily abandon the Central Spirit Domain.
The Tao-Demon war was not only a game between the Human and Demon Races but also a struggle within the Human Race and within the Demon Race itself.
Everyone was in the game.
While Human Cultivators swore to defend the domain, they also had their own self-interests.
They did not wish for their sect or family to become the sacrifice in defending the domain.
Compared to the many sects and families of the Human Race, the Demon Race did indeed have its own advantage in this aspect.
That was the strict hierarchy within the Demon Race.
Thus, the Demon Lords could completely disregard the lives and thoughts of their subordinates and send them to their deaths without any scruples.
"It's nothing more than the futile death struggle of some Low Grade Cultivators," Elder Lianyang sneered, "Continue the attack, and Mang State must be taken within two days."
"Yes." The demon commander responded loudly.
Thus, the demon army continued to advance, rolling eastward like a tidal wave.
No one could withstand such a terrifying flood of demons, not even the Nine Realms Cultivators.
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The Cross-Domain Teleportation Formation of the Sword Sect was built by the Yan Family, a clan with a legacy of a thousand years under the Sword Sect.
No sect would establish a teleportation array within its own domain.
Because if they did, any hostile force with ulterior motives could first attack the teleportation array's base, quickly capture it, and then bypass the sect's Mountain Protection Array to reach the sect's interior directly through the teleportation array.