At that moment, Alwyn Briarwood’s head buzzed, and his face inexplicably felt burning hot, as if he had been slapped.
The trap he had meticulously orchestrated had been anticipated and exploited early on, making all his efforts seem nothing more than a clownish spectacle without causing Carson Flores any real harm.
Seeing the three Great Demons approaching to encircle him, he couldn’t spare another thought and turned to flee towards the Demon Race.
In a short time, the demon squad had been slaughtered miserably, with heavy casualties. Even many top-tier fighters were dead, and morale had fully collapsed. Everyone was fleeing for their lives, with no concern for a strategic retreat.
If Alwyn Briarwood didn’t escape now, he might not be able to, because he could already see several powerful immortals defeating their opponents and heading towards him.
To capture the leader is the key, he thought, and clearly the opposition thought the same.
Alwyn Briarwood unsheathed a Black Sword, thrusting it into his chest with a reverse grip, spraying a gush of essence blood onto the sword.
The Black Sword instantly emitted an extremely intense and terrifying aura, transforming into a massive sword shadow that slashed toward the advancing Great Demons and immortals.
The power of this sword was tremendously immense. Whether Great Demons or immortals, they all changed color with alarm, hastily dodging to either side, none daring to challenge it head-on. As a result, two immortals who were slower to evade were directly struck by the sword but fortunately suffered only minor injuries as they were already in the act of dodging.
This awe-inspiring, earth-shattering sword tore open an escape path amidst the encirclement, and Alwyn Briarwood transformed into a streak of black light, swiftly following the sword light out of the encirclement.
Carson Flores was shocked, realizing the tremendous power of that sword!
This Alwyn Briarwood couldn’t possibly be an ordinary demon race member; otherwise, how could he be so young, so capable, and possess such a powerful magical treasure?
Carson Flores did not attempt to stop or chase Alwyn Briarwood, as he was aware of his own limitations.
If it were one-on-one, with all skills used without reservation, Carson Flores might manage a back-and-forth battle with Alwyn Briarwood, but in this battlefield context, he had no such intentions.
Having summoned fifty Great Demons, the victory was assured. Given this, why risk putting himself in danger?
The battle had turned overwhelmingly one-sided from the start, with the demon squad suffering severe casualties and members of the Third Squad eagerly pursuing the fleeing foes!
These are live military accomplishments!
If such an advantageous battle doesn’t compel one to fight, then when?
Under the slaughter of dozens of Great Demons and disciples of the Majestic Sect, the demon squad collapsed instantly and fled back to the demon camp.
Carson Flores stayed vigilant, noting that no strong individuals emerged from the demon camp to intercept or counterattack, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Indeed, before the full-scale war between the Demon Realm and Immortal Realm, some tacit mutual understanding seemed to exist.
Though Carson Flores had revealed the Soul Summoning Banner and summoned fifty Great Demons, catching the opponents off guard, this evidently did not break any rules.
Carson Flores ordered, "Cease pursuit, withdraw!"
The messenger beside Carson Flores immediately sounded the Magic Bell representing retreat, and all soldiers who were chasing vigorously in the Third Squad halted and retreated like a tidal wave.
This battle shocked countless people.
The high-ranking figures on the demon side focused their sharp gaze on Carson Flores, evidently noting his performance and keeping him in mind.
It’s conceivable that in future encounters on the battlefield or elsewhere, given the chance, they will prioritize eliminating Carson Flores.
Even the demon opponents are shaken and vigilant, not to mention the Immortal Realm.
The entire First Legion, ten thousand strong, at least several tens of thousands from the rear wall and turrets, witnessed this battle.
Dozens of Great Demons comparable to Great Land Prime Immortals are indeed formidable, but on the Immortal Demon Battlefield, they aren’t necessarily outstanding. In true battles, all sorts of marvels abound, surpassing this in wonder. But during this probing stage, such rare Great Demons being controlled by a Lower Grade Grand Luo Initial Immortal youth is astonishing indeed.
Within the Ninth Battalion Command Center, Theron Coffey wore a face of shock, his gaze complex.
Carson Flores actually possessed such a lethal weapon!
A chill ran through Theron Coffey’s heart, realizing why Carson Flores acted so fearlessly in the Military Supply Office; armed with such reliance, unless a Quasi-Saint stepped in to kill him, who could vanquish him?
Carrying fifty Primordial Immortal-level Great Demons, who dares to lay a hand on him?
Wouldn’t that be suicide?
Theron Coffey stared at the Demon Summoning Banner fluttering in the wind, his eyes suddenly flashed with intense desire.
If this magical treasure could come under his possession, heading onto the battlefield to command the demons would surely earn numerous honors while ensuring his own safety.