When numerous Great Demons charged out, the thousand-strong Demon Race squad was frantically rushing forward, practically colliding head-on.
Once the Great Demons came overwhelming, there was no space for either side to buffer.
The Demon Clan Soldiers could certainly turn and flee, but that would mean the collapse of the battle line, leading to a bloody massacre awaiting them.
Alwyn Briarwood understood this very well, so even though a torrent of rampant, unstoppable Great Demons was descending ahead, and he instantly felt his scalp turn numb, he still roared, "Front line hold, rear line alternate withdrawal!"
Alwyn Briarwood’s command was decisive and correct; however, now the Majestic Sect’s side with Great Demons and Great Land Prime Immortals had top-tier strongmen numbered double the Demon Race squad!
Sixty-plus against thirty!
How could they possibly hold?
The Great Demons, like a rampaging torrent, instantly broke down the dam they constructed and continued their violent surge forward, completely scattering the rear line and utterly dispersing the entire Demon squad.
The disciples of the Majestic Sect rejoiced, a complete reversal of the situation!
Just moments ago, Alwyn Briarwood was arrogant, saying their top-tier strongmen were twice their opponents, but in the blink of an eye, it was their side of top-tier strongmen that became the double.
Seeing the line being broken, Alwyn Briarwood’s eyes turned red.
He bore the brunt of three Great Demons’ attacks, angrily looking forward.
In the void ahead, Carson Flores hovered quietly, his gaze cold as he stared at him.
Indeed, Carson Flores hadn’t participated in the battle!
Having unleashed fifty Great Demons, the victory was certain, so why risk entering the battlefield himself and suffer a desperate attack? Wouldn’t that be a loss?
Nearby, the cries of Demon Clan Soldiers continued to echo, and the entire team had been thoroughly destroyed.
They wanted to retreat orderly, but it was impossible—Great Demons went wild, easily tearing them apart and devouring their bodies directly.
This was the ultimate sustenance!
Carson Flores had told them from the start: go to the battlefield, go all out, no taboos!
With such a rare advantage, how could they not take the opportunity to indulge in superior blood food?
Alwyn Briarwood’s combat power was formidable, but even he was driven into a chaotic retreat.
It’s not just the lower-grade Demons dying; even the Demon elites, comparable to Great Land Primordial Immortals, began to fall under the siege of Great Demons and Majestic Sect’s strongmen.
Escape?
With so many top-tier strongmen watching, besieging, encircling—how easy would that be?
Alwyn Briarwood looked at the relaxed Carson Flores across, his teeth almost breaking from biting down, suddenly, his eyes flashed with a resolute expression.
Capture the leader!
As long as he killed him and seized his banner to command the Demons, perhaps the battle could shift.
Besides, regardless of whether the battle could change, he must kill him!
Alwyn Briarwood’s form flickered, shifting positions mid-air, then turned his back to Carson Flores.
The White Tiger roared, a claw lashing out.
Alwyn Briarwood raised his Black Umbrella, shielding himself behind it.
"Boom!"
In the fierce impact, Alwyn Briarwood’s body instantly turned into a meteor, flying out, yet precisely in Carson Flores’s direction.
Alwyn Briarwood looked quite battered, seemingly incapable of fighting back, but actually, his extraordinary talent and impressive combat power meant he wasn’t heavily injured.
He intentionally appeared battered, hoping Carson Flores would try to exploit the situation, allowing him to strike back and kill him instantly!
A typical leader would be at least a Superior Grade Great Land Primordial Immortal. Even if he was powerful, killing one in a single move was nearly impossible—yet Carson Flores was merely a Lower Grade Grand Luo Initial Immortal!
Alwyn Briarwood had complete confidence in his prowess; as long as he got close to Carson Flores and took a chance with a strike, he could surely obliterate him!
Alwyn Briarwood flew back rapidly, seemingly without a foothold in mid-air but having prepared another magical treasure while secretly accumulating spiritual power, ready to unleash a thunderous strike.
The distance between Alwyn Briarwood and Carson Flores was not far; in the blink of an eye, Alwyn Briarwood closed in on Carson Flores.
Closer!
Closer!
Make your move!
Come kill me!
Alwyn Briarwood shouted angrily internally, yet Carson Flores appeared unintentional, seemingly caught off guard and instinctively retreated a step.
No matter, if you don’t kill me, I will kill you!
Once close enough, the outcome is the same!
Just as Alwyn Briarwood raised his head, preparing to strike, the grin on his face abruptly froze.
With Carson Flores’s retreat step, once his heel touched the ground, he seemed to vanish into the void, suddenly disappearing!
He just vanished right under Alwyn Briarwood’s nose!
Alwyn Briarwood’s body suddenly jerked, stopping mid-air instantly like a meteor.
Where did Carson Flores go?
Suddenly sensing something, Alwyn Briarwood turned sharply, only to see Carson Flores, where he had just fought the three demons, quietly watching him, with a mocking smile on his face, while the three demons before him charged towards him with murderous intent.