Land of Darkness.
At first, relying on their nurical advantage, the demons and Nightmare Monarchs had the upper hand.
They encircled each of Nora’s level 10s, leading to the death of the Sky Light Empress, with the Chaotic Heaven Saint and Bronze Warlord heavily injured, and others lightly wounded.
As logic would suggest, Nora’s defeat was only a matter of ti.
Many monarchs and lords were already half-celebrating inside, while also pondering how to guard against each other and claim the final prize for themselves.
However, as ti went by.
The powerhouses of the Nightmare and Abyss sides noticed sothing was amiss.
In so corners of the battlefield, the aura of a level 10 would quickly fade away in the darkness, intermittently, and it hadn’t stopped until now.
On their battlefield, more and more Nora level 10s ca to support and disrupt. A spectre was reaping the level 10 lives on their side at unimaginable speed!
Dusk Palace Master!
After the plan of Four Great Calamities to encircle him failed, this seemingly Early Stage level 10, but with Peak Battle Power, had been left unchecked.
He was rapidly cutting down the Nightmare Abyss forces.
Those observant realized that from the battlefield in the Land of Darkness till now.
Six Nightmare Monarchs had already fallen:
Four Great Calamities, Sealed Sovereign, Black Cave Spider Mother.
Seven Level 10 demons had fallen:
Azure Steel Demon King, Prince Thunder, Skyfire Monarch, and other seven elental demon kings.
All of this was caused by the Dusk Palace Master alone.
This was the strategy of the Supre Council.
Using Nora’s strength to support the Dusk Palace Master’s hunt, everyone else was willing to be the supporting characters, restraining those with powerful level 10s for him.
In other words, this group of people willingly handed over the stage of a war that would decide the fate of a quasi-Giant civilization to one person!
If the Dusk Palace Master underperford and failed to fulfill his role, the consequences would be unimaginable! This group really believed in the Dusk Palace Master!
On the battlefield.
The gap between the enemy and us was constantly shrinking and gradually leveling off. The scales of victory were no longer tilted towards the Nightmare side.
Lost Monarch and other powerhouses had already started discussing retreat plans.
It’s just that the Nightmare had started this battle with such montum, mobilizing over a hundred of their monarchs, two Four Emperors, six demon lords, and even joining forces with the Abyss.
With such a grand lineup, going ho defeated and battered.
They fear being mocked by all beings of the Multidinsional Plane in the future.
While the Lost Monarch was still undecided.
The succubus queen, having completed her master’s task, suddenly burst out with a desperate stance, unleashing a terrifying strike that trembled a million miles, forcing Death Thorn Hera to retreat.
Its face was weak, spitting blood, clutching its chest. With an unyielding gaze towards the Dusk Palace Master, filled with murderous intent, where was there a hint of seductive charm anymore?
Everyone knew that the succubus queen was truly angry!
The Queen’s cold voice resounded across the battlefield: "I will return! Dusk Palace Master, do not be too pleased... next ti we et, I will kill you!"
In a flash, the succubus queen vanished without a trace.
Hera was left in place with a surprised look, at a loss for a mont.
Throughout the battle, she could feel that the succubus queen hadn’t really used her true skills except for the last blow...
"What is going on?"
Although an ally of Nora, the succubus queen being a secret ally was known to only a few in the Supre Council, and Hera was not among them.
She didn’t know what the succubus gourd was up to.
There were still more than forty demon lords on site, many of whom had also witnessed the Dusk Palace Master reaping the lives of the various demon kings, and they were already of a mind to retreat.
At this mont, upon the commander-in-chief’s order to retreat, they naturally scattered.
In fact.
The Abyss initially had sixty level 10 demons, during the battle, so had invaded Nora to cause chaos, while so were frightened off by Levi, fleeing prematurely.
No organization and no discipline result in this.
If not for this, it would have been difficult for Nora’s side to hold on for so long.
On the other side.
The Nightmare side originally brought over a hundred level 10s, now with fallen and fled, and so still in Nora’s heartland, only about 80 monarchs remained.
The abyss retreat released over forty level 10 battle powers.
Now the tables have turned.
Edmund imdiately communicated to the entire army:
"The demons have been frightened off and are retreating. Do not pursue the defeated enemy, to prevent an Abyss ambush. Everyone imdiately encircle the Nightmare Monarchs and hold them!"
"Next, it’s ti for our counterattack!"
A small group of 120 Nora and Underworld powerhouses quickly headed towards the various Nightmare battlefields. Everyone’s heart was filled with excitent, clearly not expecting the Abyss to collapse so quickly.
"The might of the Dusk Palace Master is as terrifying as this!"
"Charge! This ti, give Nightmare a fatal blow!"
Nine Death Swordsman transmitted to the Nether Emperors:
"We have already torn with Nightmare, never resting until death. No need for hesitation, kill one if you can! Nightmare is no longer a concern from now on!"
The Nether Emperors, riding their warhorses, utilizing the conveniences of the Underworld Source River, swiftly mobilized to support various battlefronts, intercepting each Nightmare Monarch trying to flee.
Seeing such a scene of loss and defeat, Lost Monarch and Ignorant Monarch were both filled with complex emotions: anger, unwillingness, helplessness... they knew the situation was beyond saving.
This battle could not conquer Nora.
Nightmare may never have another chance.
As a Giant, in order to keep their position and guard against other Giants, Nightmare could not mobilize their entire realm to conquer Nora.
One hundred was the limit.
Now, all that can be done is to minimize losses and preserve living strength.
If worse cos to worst, let Nora beco the fifth realm.
With this in mind, Lost Monarch transmitted:
"Retreat! Retreat! No one is to linger, all forces retreat!"
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