Protect Our Clan Leader

Seeing this, Purple Charm Demon Lord soothingly reassured the demons, "Everyone, rest assured. The main attack direction of Great Commander Dread is the Human race’s North Shu God Continent. The situation over there must have consumed most of his energy. As long as the reinforcements we invited arrive, we will certainly be able to restrain Great Commander Dread."

"Lord Zhiwei." A Level Fifteen Demon Lord said worriedly, "So much time has passed, and there’s been no news from the Great Commander, could it be..."

"Don’t worry, although the Great Commander cannot withstand the frontal explosion of the Genesis Crystal, his Divine Soul is sure to escape." Purple Charm Demon Lord reassured the faction demons, "I believe that the Great Commander has now found an intelligent species and is relying on devouring them to restore his strength. We just need to patiently wait for the Great Commander to return with his army in triumph."

Demonic Clan’s survival abilities are very strong!

Many Demonic Gods are already like invincible cockroaches, not to mention the majestic Level Seventeen Great Commander. As long as there is a thread of his Spirit Remnant alive, it is only natural to make a comeback.

While they were speaking.

The "Fear Demon Castle" had already broken free from the constraints of space and completely entered into this Void Sea.

Meanwhile, the various sizes of Demonic Clan warships attached to the outside of Fear Demon Castle gradually detached, scattered around, and gathered to form a gigantic fleet with Fear Demon Castle.

In an instant, the void was filled with a suffocating terrifying might.

Under this intimidating pressure, the two major factions of the Extinction Department at the scene instantly fell silent, not daring to utter a word.

At the same time, they all felt a twinge of desolation.

There was a time when the Extinction Department was equally majestic.

Unfortunately, Great Commander Apocalypse remains missing, and the strongest warship, "Destroyer Devil Spire," has been blown apart by the Genesis Crystal. Everything is no longer the same.

"Blood Pigeon and Purple Charm, upon seeing this seat of the Great Commander, why do you not pay your respects?"

Suddenly.

A majestic and intimidating voice resounded from within Fear Demon Castle, carrying a fierce pressure, seemingly ready to give the "Remnants of the End of the World" a stern warning.

"Blood Pigeon, Purple Charm, we greet Great Commander Dread."

The two Level Sixteen Demon Lords hurriedly led their forces to pay respects.

Even if they were unwilling, they could not openly confront Great Commander Dread.

With this gesture of respect, everything seemed settled.

But at this moment.

The large Hyperspace Corridor flashed again with intense light, and another massive Space Vortex appeared.

A super fortress warship of the Demonic Clan slowly emerged from the vortex, descending upon this world.

The super fortress warship was entirely dark, exuding a chilling aura.

Its appearance seemed to lower the temperature in the void, sending shivers down spines.

This is... the chariot of the Great Commander Fallen, responsible for the Southern Blaze Divine Continent Battle Zone of Human Sanctuary, "City of Fallen"!

"Fear, you’ve already arrived?" As it appeared, a cold laugh rang out from inside, rich with sarcasm, "Your intel is truly sharp; you detected the scent of meat and ran faster than anyone."

"Fallen?" The voice of Great Commander Dread sounded surprised and furious, "Why aren’t you fighting well in the Southern Blaze Battle Zone, what are you doing here?"

While speaking, the City of Fallen had already traversed completely from the Space Vortex, deploying the Demonic Clan warship formation, forming a standoff against Great Commander Dread’s fleet.

From within the City of Fallen came a derisive laugh from Great Commander Fallen, "I and Apocalypse have always been as close as brothers. Now that Apocalypse and his forces are in trouble, how can I, as a brother, not come? But you, Great Commander Dread, who has always been at odds with Apocalypse, what are you doing here?"

Though spoken with grandeur, if Great Commander Apocalypse were present, it was sure to spit at him.

What kind of scoundrel are you? When were we ever close as brothers?

Demonic Clan naturally loves to fight, especially among forces of the same level; if the territories are close enough and haven’t fought, it’s considered restrained. Friendship? Non-existent.

Great Commander Apocalypse lost the battle and is whereabouts unknown, but his remaining forces and territory are, to other Great Commanders, a tempting piece of meat. Wouldn’t Demonic Clan Great Commanders come for a share upon receiving the news?

"Although I may not be close with Apocalypse, as a Great Commander of the Demonic Clan, how can I stand by and watch him and his remnants be bullied by the Human race?" Great Commander Dread spoke self-righteously, "Even you got the news, it seems the Spider Queen responsible for the West Ru Battle Zone is probably coming to join the ruckus too."

"Hahaha~ Fear, have you been fighting in the North Jing Battle Zone and suffered two minor defeats recently, so you’re dizzy and not even following the latest intel?" Great Commander Fallen sneered mockingly, "The Spider Queen’s progress in the West Ru Battle Zone has been extremely smooth, and it is currently a crucial moment. Once she seizes the Human race’s West Ruoshenzhou, not only is it a great achievement, but she can gorge herself. During such a time, how could she come here to compete with you over scraps?"

"Hmph, you speak as if you fought well in the Southern Blaze Battle Zone." Great Commander Dread retorted sarcastically, "I’ve heard you were struck by a demon tree, and your losses weren’t small～"

"Hmph! It’s that Tai Yin Ming Spirit Tree that was filthy and opportunistic, ambushing me at an unexpected moment. If it were a frontal confrontation, how could the Great Commander suffer such a loss?" Great Commander Fallen laughed coldly in displeasure, "Moreover, do you think it will fare any better this time? Its losses are not less than Great Commander’s. But rest assured, sooner or later, I will chop it down, forge its heart into a footstool, and tread it every day!"