As the eighteen beams of light revealed their might, almost all the lords, without a word, turned and fled.
They spurred their mountable troops with all their might, wishing their mounts could sprout a few more pairs of wings.
All flying units seemed to sense the impending danger, scattering like startled birds in a frenzy.
This scene, arguably, was far more spectacular than when all the troops were gathered.
On the battlements of Jiutian Jiuyou City.
Xiao Mo watched this even grander spectacle, a wicked curve forming at the corner of his lips.
A dismissive scoff escaped his nostrils, and he muttered, "Trying to run? Too late!"
The next moment.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Precisely eighteen explosive roars, and eighteen mushroom clouds rose into the sky.
Instantly, the earth trembled violently, as if experiencing an earthquake of magnitude ten or higher.
The terrifying spiritual energy explosion directly unleashed a destructive storm, sweeping up stones and trees of all sizes from the ground.
And with the surge of overwhelming pressure waves, all lords and flying units within the radius were instantly annihilated, turning into a handful of dust that scattered with the wind.
Even those who managed to escape to high altitudes, if caught by the aftermath, still met the fate of being torn to shreds.
Whether low-level troops or higher-level ones, none could escape this doom.
This scene bore a striking resemblance to nuclear bombing on a certain island, a scene of excessive bloodshed and brutality.
Looking at the scene below, Xiao Mo felt an inexplicable pang of reluctance.
It wasn't that he felt sorry for these lords who dared to invade the Immortal and Demon tribes.
He felt that the Immortal and Demon Spirit Cannons he had activated at once seemed a bit too wild.
To quickly end the battle, he had directly consumed five thousand Immortal and Demon Stones to activate five giant Immortal and Demon Spirit Cannons, and six hundred and fifty Immortal and Demon Stones to activate thirteen small Immortal and Demon Spirit Cannons.
In plain terms, in that single instant, a total of five thousand six hundred and fifty Immortal and Demon Stones were consumed.
As a result, he had still underestimated the power of the Immortal and Demon Spirit Cannons. This barrage of fire had likely caused the alliance army to disappear by eight or nine tenths in an instant.
Thinking about it, this war fortress was originally a formidable weapon used in planar wars, a tool capable of easily annihilating gods.
Therefore, what Xiao Mo regretted was the Immortal and Demon Stones, and also the "experience points."
After all, the troops below were a vast source of "experience points." To have so many lost, with only two or three out of ten remaining, how could one not feel heartache?
Such a massive army of flying units, annihilated by artillery fire, meant no one received spirit value rewards.
This was because Jiutian Jiuyou City was a weapon, or rather, a tool, and did not possess the function of converting spirit value.
However, it was worth mentioning that even if the enemies were directly annihilated, some items would still be dropped, which was a slight consolation.
Afterward, when the storm subsided and the dust began to clear, Xiao Mo directly ordered all troops, who were already assembled, to deploy immediately.
Soon, several spatial rifts emitting a crimson glow appeared on the battlefield.
Then, the Immortal and Demon teams emerged first from the rifts, followed by the Natural Woodmen Legion, the Skyborn Death Knights (Immortal and Demon Death Knights riding Celestial Divine Sparrows), the Immortal and Demon Iron Guard Legion, the Black Blood Dragon Python Squad, and Little Black Dragon, all appearing on the battlefield in the blink of an eye.
Above the vast forest's edge.
A scattering of a dozen or so flying units were still desperately fleeing.
On some of these flying units, there were also lords who had narrowly escaped death.
Unfortunately, their numbers were incredibly meager.
Out of a total of nearly seventy thousand flying units, after one barrage, no more than ten thousand remained alive.
And of the more than two hundred lords who had arrived with confidence, fewer than a hundred could still breathe.
This was undoubtedly an unprecedented catastrophe for the Immortal Slaying Demon Exterminating Alliance.
"Boss, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother! Where are you?"
On a three-legged golden crow in the sky, a short, plump man with a large head and round ears was crying out with a mournful face.
This fellow was none other than the second of the six leaders of the Immortal Slaying Demon Exterminating Alliance.
Unfortunately, after calling out a few times, his face completely contorted with despair, for he knew that he was likely the only one left among the six leaders of the alliance.
At this moment, he subconsciously opened the alliance chat, and his expression grew even more grim.
Within the alliance, he was the only one left from the six top-tier territory forces. The alliance members had also dwindled to just eighty-four people.
This disaster would undoubtedly be etched into his memory for a lifetime.
The plump man turned his gaze towards the battlements of the massive city in the distance, at a human figure as small as a black dot.
He knew that this figure must be Qianmo, the ultimate victor of today's war!
However, there was no trace of hatred in his eyes. It wasn't that he didn't hate, but rather that he dared not and could not hate!
Only now did he understand that Qianmo was the true master of strategy, or perhaps, he simply didn't care.
Their so-called alliance, and those who had commented on Qianmo's strength, had always been like mere chickens and dogs in Qianmo's eyes.
Like leaping clowns, they were utterly insignificant before him.
In fact, Qianmo had known about the assembly of the Immortal Slaying Demon Exterminating Alliance. He wasn't inactive; he was just waiting.
He was waiting for the allied forces to arrive, so he could catch them all in one net, saving time and effort, and without alerting them beforehand.
Most importantly, from the beginning, he possessed the absolute power to annihilate them completely. He was simply lying in wait, letting them walk into his trap.
The plump second brother was now filled with deep regret, and even more so with fear.
Especially after the world-shattering scene just moments ago, it had become a psychological shadow, likely a nightmare he would never be able to escape.
More than a thousand lords and nearly sixty thousand flying units had vanished in an instant.
This was a naked massacre!
As his gaze once again fell upon the massive city in the distance, besides fear, a hint of envy surfaced in his eyes.
When they were attacked earlier, everyone's mind had received the same system prompt.
That is: [Lord, you have unfortunately been ambushed by the exclusive war fortress of the enemy territory force—Jiutian Jiuyou City...]
Therefore, he knew this massive city was called Jiutian Jiuyou City, a war fortress exclusive to the Immortal and Demon races.
However, despite his envy, he dared not linger any longer, urging his three-legged golden crow to flee.
Simultaneously, he exposed everything that had happened here, including the fact that Qianmo possessed Jiutian Jiuyou City, to the [World Chat Channel].
He had made up his mind to completely distance himself from the Endless Abyss from now on. Approaching this place was akin to approaching a slaughterhouse; he would eventually die at Qianmo's hands.
Just then, the second brother suddenly saw several enormous dragon figures darting out from his right front.
Standing on the back of the leading divine dragon was the disheveled, ragged, and remarkably pathetic lord of Shenlong Fudi, Old Gou.
"Brother Gou!!"
Seeing Old Gou appear, the second brother's eyes immediately reddened, and he called out with immense excitement.
"You... you're Second Brother! You're still alive! Haha..."
"Yes! You're alive too! It's good to be alive!"
The next moment, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short, two grown men embraced each other with emotion...