The battle transitioned from the early to the mid stages.

At this point, the demonic forces led by King had noticeably slowed their advance through enemy lines.

If they had previously charged forward like a straight arrow, with the momentum to crush the vanguard of the allied forces,

now they had slowed their pace, using themselves as the center and maneuvering within a certain range of the area.

However, despite this, the losses suffered by the allied forces became even more devastating!

In a large-scale war, regardless of whether it is the attacking or defending side, if the army's casualties exceed twenty percent, it can be called a "fierce battle."

The initial total strength of the allied forces was over 130,000, but it had now decreased to around 100,000.

Calculating the numbers, the casualties of the allied forces had already exceeded twenty percent and were approaching twenty-five percent;

Moreover, the war was not in its final stage or nearing its conclusion, the real battle was still ahead;

Thus, the five corps commanders who were observing the war in a safe place could perceive just how brutal this battle was.

Among the seven countries, two had already seen their soldiers completely annihilated.

The ones delivering a heavy blow to these elite soldiers were none other than the demonic forces personally led by the King!

The strength of the demon horde was something the human soldiers on the other side couldn't help but appreciate!

The current battle situation had reached a stalemate, and in order to change this, Yō launched a counterattack and informed the four people beside him:

"The second weakness of the demon leader is actually his strength; while he excels in close combat, he is fundamentally not proficient in long-range battles."

The soldiers of the two countries were not sacrificed in vain, at least at this moment, Yō had already figured out the best tactics to limit the King's power.

"Archers in the back line, get ready!"

Upon hearing the order, the archers each lifted their crossbows tightly gripped in their hands, kneeling down and aiming their arrows at the targets while keeping their backs straight.

With the consent of the others, Yō had effectively become the de facto commander of the allied forces, and his commands were nearly absolute.

As the sole core of the entire army, he immediately issued a roar comparable to a roar:

"Release the arrows!"

Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud!

The sound of arrows passing through the bowstrings resounded in unison. In an instant, countless sharp arrows rose into the sky against the azure canopy.

The piercing whistling sound of metal converged in the air, creating an ear-splitting roar that was heart-stopping to hear.

When the rain of arrows fell, blood immediately mixed with the dust, like lingering morning mist, obscuring the vision for a long time.

The countless lives that couldn't escape from this rain of arrows collapsed in swathes, like waves of wheat in a field, under the assault of the calamity that descended from the sky, disappearing.

This volley of arrows did not distinguish between friends and foes; it was a typical "indiscriminate attack."

The result brought by this arrow rain caused not only over a hundred casualties for the demonic forces for the first time,

but looking at it from another perspective, the soldiers of the allied forces who failed to leave that area also suffered fatal blows!

Since the density of the two sides on the battlefield was not equal, the number of casualties varied.

Basically, for every fallen demon in the arrow rain, there were three human soldiers who gave their lives...

But so what?

As Yō had said himself:

"I can afford the cost! Death and injuries may be death and injuries for the mere demons, but to me, they are nothing but a small number!"

Yō was not wrong, because even if he used the tactics just now to kill all the demons, the casualties of the alliance would still be less than 30,000.

Compared to the one-to-ten ratio of consumption in close combat, such a cost is not acceptable for Yue Le by any means, and even individual brigade leaders can only choose to bear it.

Among those present, only one person cannot bear such losses, and that person is Wang.

Yue does not care about the lives of his subordinates, but Wang cares very much because they are all his family.

There is no need for hesitation. Wang immediately raised his sword and used his actions to attract the attention of the demons, and shouted out his orders:

"Retreat! Whether heavily injured or lightly injured, everyone retreat!"

The order has been given, but the demons did not obey this time.

Since becoming the leader, in these years, Wang has never had such weak charisma.

"Retreat, all of you retreat!"

After the second order was given, there was finally some response from the representative of the demons in the crowd.

That representative asked him, "After we retreat, what about you, the leader?"

There is no doubt that no matter who is alive, there is no one who is not afraid of death.

But compared to the terror of death, sometimes there are a few more important things in the hearts of intelligent beings.

Like emotional bonds!

Within this big family that Wang has formed, distinctions are made by hierarchy, and unity is maintained through emotions.

Emotionally connected demons are not uncommon, and it will continue to exist from the past to the future.

But demons like them, who would put life and death as a secondary concern for a human (a different race), are indeed rare.

It seems that under the influence of Wang, the human leader, the demons have gradually become more like humans...

Since Wang gave the second order, several seconds have passed.

The time consumed during this period is definitely enough for the archers on the coalition side to prepare for the next round of volleys.

Yue's lips are moistened with saliva, ready to give the next command after blinking.

Time is running out, Wang can only give an unprecedented third command;

But to call it a command may not be accurate, as what Wang may be expressing is pure boldness;

With a sense of responsibility, his voice once again enters the ears of the demons:

"Who am I to you? I am your leader! Even if I go alone, so what? Do you think I will be bothered by such a small enemy?"

The words that needed to be said have been spoken. Although the expressions of most demons still show reluctance, they cannot resist the persuasion of a large dog:

"We must unconditionally believe in our leader. Since the leader says he can handle it, then he definitely can! Those of us who can't help should retreat to the back as soon as possible."

In fact, the demons also understand.

Even if they stay here after the coalition forces release their arrows, they can only get in the way and be useless.

After the impulse in their minds is appeased, the demons look at the one and only person in front of them again, and then quickly retreat.

"Fire!"

Under Yue's command, a large number of arrows that can penetrate flesh and blood immediately descend towards Wang's position.

Even if there are still their own people standing near the target, the archers who shoot those arrows cannot possibly care.

The motivation for pulling the bowstring is to avoid being killed by that blood-soaked "monster."

Thirty thousand bows and crossbows shoot in a neat formation. After a few rounds of arrow rain, all the soldiers in that area are dead, but the monster is still standing!

Just a moment ago, when a large number of arrows were shot, Wang only moved his body a few times;

The dense arrows automatically seemed to avoid him, and not a single one entered his immediate vicinity.

"Hey, are you qualified to call yourselves archers? Why are your arrows so slow?"

With his left hand tightly gripping an iron arrow, the king suddenly raised his right hand. In a flash of light, his figure and sword aura became one and swiftly slashed towards the enemy soldiers in front of him.

Swoosh, thud!

The arrow shot by the king from behind pierced through the armor and into the chest of an unfortunate soldier, rapidly growing larger in the soldier's eyes before disappearing into his body. The soldier flew backwards, losing his breath before even hitting the ground.

With each step treading on the footprints stained with the blood of others, the king approached in a menacing manner, just like the grim reaper coming to claim his victims.

His target was the five individuals surrounding the center of the enemy formation! Because as long as the commanding officers were taken care of, the entire army would collapse in an instant, ensuring the safety of both the devil and the beauty.

This was what they called "capture the ringleader." In the face of such an unequal number of troops, it was the only way to turn the tide of battle!

Standing in the position of the dominators, sensing the opponent's clear intention, the king immediately ordered the entire army to gather and form a siege while maintaining a defensive position.

The kingdom's soldiers, coming from three different directions, reflexively followed the commander's orders and surrounded the king, leaving only one path open in front of him.

The king knew that after he advanced, there would inevitably be traps waiting for him, that much was certain. But he had no time to waste. He had to actively approach the endless stream of enemies.

The spear infantry in the front row formed a vertical formation, preparing to aim in this direction. Their arms lifted, and the iron spears gripped tightly in their palms were thrown upwards, their movements appearing as if they were done by a single person.

In the face of the obvious killing intent, the king transformed himself into a straight arrow and fiercely attacked the soldiers.

The spear infantry simultaneously threw their iron spears, forming a spear formation in a direction perpendicular to their descent. One wave of soldiers followed another, stabbing down in succession. The infantry with large knives attacked from behind, coordinating with the spear-throwing actions of their front row comrades, using their bodies to push out a circular formation of blades.

The king saw a nearby infantry soldier being kicked and sent flying by his raised left leg. Instead of retracting the leg, he let it hang in mid-air for a moment before swiftly swinging it towards one side. As the king kicked, the large knife-wielding enemy in that direction fell in a row. After this kick, the number of soldiers significantly decreased.

At the same time, iron spears whistled towards the king's head and would stab him in the next instant.

However, the person involved didn't show any signs of panic. He simply switched his left and right hands, gripping the longsword with his left hand and striking the ground with his right palm.

Crack!

With this strike against the ground, his body instinctively bent down, causing the king's entire body to tilt and, using the rebound force from his palm hitting the ground, completely invert himself with one hand supporting him.

Maintaining his current posture, the king rotated half a circle in place. The tightly stretched left leg that had just taken down the enemies on the right side swept towards the left side's large knife-wielding soldiers. The targeted individuals tried to lift their metal shields in response, but how could they easily block this powerful kick?

Crack, crack, boom!

After a series of sounds of smashing shields, the enemy soldiers were swept away, creating a heavy crashing sound.

The people sent flying in the air had blood pouring out of their mouths and noses.