The three legion commanders felt that they had been deceived. The experience they had just encountered was completely different from what the strategist, You, had described.

"You said that the Demon Lord is not good at 'long-distance combat', right? Then why were we nearly wiped out by attacks from dozens of meters away just now?" One of them, who had suffered minor injuries, stood up and angrily slapped his tattered clothes.

Although the other party was blaming without using their brains, You had no place to defend himself. In the early and middle stages of the war, You only saw the king using weapons to fight and neglected defense. He assumed that the other party was only good at close combat.

What You did not anticipate was that the king had intentionally hidden his ultimate move in order to wait for an opportunity like just now to catch them off guard.

Now, the balance of the so-called "war" was tilting even further. Even though the four people in charge of commanding the army in the just-ended battle did not suffer any casualties, if they were to endure another terrifying lightning strike, it was likely that someone would become a martyr.

After all, even if the number was multiplied by four, relying on luck was still necessary for someone with only "City-level" strength to withstand the power of "Nation-level."

The king had already fallen back to the ground, and the soldiers scattered across the battlefield could temporarily hold him back due to their numerical advantage. However, the time they bought was too limited, and from the king's current position, he was already close enough to You and the others.

As long as he waited a few more minutes to gather enough elements and launch the next round of lightning attacks, he could guarantee the elimination of all four of them. Alternatively, if he spent another ten minutes to take down the enemy soldiers blocking his path, and then charged into the depths of the united army's formation with his sword, relying on close combat to eliminate his targets.

Regardless of which tactical plan was adopted, the situation on You's side would inevitably be a defeat! There was only one point: the advantage that the current king held was based on the premise that the entire enemy army was only fighting against him. If the demons in the rear were included in the calculation, then the situation might not be the same...

In the face of resisting an enemy that outnumbered him by tens of thousands, the king suddenly felt a surge of unease in his heart. The essence of this unease was fear, but it was strange. Even at the moment when he asked his family to retreat to a safe place and resolutely plunged into the army of one hundred thousand, he had never felt a moment of fear in his heart.

But what was this current feeling of despair?

At this point, on this battlefield, there was no danger that could threaten him. Even though the king repeatedly reassured himself in his mind, that hollow feeling of his heart being pierced still spread uncontrollably in the depths of his heart like the night after dusk.

As if there was a bottomless vortex, surging out from within his body, corroding his whole being.

The soldiers who were fighting against the terrifying opponent suddenly noticed with astonishment: the opponent's speed had slowed down!

How unbelievable.

Just a while ago, when facing that sharp sword, even if the soldiers used their fastest speed, they couldn't catch the trajectory of the sharp slash, let alone find a way out from under the sword's edge.

And now?

The king's speed still made it difficult for the soldiers to track with their naked eyes, but that sword, which had claimed the lives of numerous companions, might not be able to kill them every time.

Some agile soldiers were pleasantly surprised as they narrowly avoided the edge of the sword; such results could be attributed to chance once or twice, but as the number of times increased, it couldn't be explained purely by luck.

Individual clever soldiers, with sudden thoughts bursting in their minds, vaguely guessed at one possibility: it was not that their own speed suddenly increased, nor that the other side had to slow down their sword movements due to physical exhaustion. The answer might be only one, that on this brutal battlefield, the humanoid monster that made the soldiers resentful and fearful... was actually distracted!

Such unexpected development was like a miracle to the soldiers. The feeling of joy spread through the army, bringing a slight resurgence to the low morale. Gazing into the distance at this small change on the battlefield, the expression on their faces changed from gloomy to sinister, and the corners of their raised mouths appeared even more ferocious.

"It seems that the leader of the demon clan has sensed something... but it's too late! When he hesitates and holds unnecessary concerns, the outcome between him and me has already been determined." The mocking laughter couldn't be heard by the king.

The absent-minded teenager, with only his pair of ears, caught a certain sound that followed:

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The source of the explosive sound came from the distant rear, from the "safe zone" that was supposed to be safe. "That's where everyone is!" The king suddenly clarified his thoughts, and his facial expression twisted as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. Compared to those who truly experienced nightmares, the only difference between the king and those people was that others awakened from their dreams, belonging to their own nightmares, while his nightmare had just begun from now on.

Gazing at the panic and disarray of the mortal enemies, Yu couldn't help but savor their wretched, pathetic, and pitiful reactions, struggling to hold back his laughter.

"Just like a pitiful drowning dog, in such a miserable state where there is no place to bark, it is most suitable for a creature in league with the demon race!" However, the king didn't care at all about how he was perceived. At this moment, all he wanted was to put one thought into action: to go back, he must go back! The imminent victory didn't matter, being looked down upon didn't matter. Everyone cares about different things, and the king only wanted to protect his family by his side; everything else was just trivial matters.

Even if he stayed here for one more minute or even half a minute, including Yu and the other four legion commanders, not a single one of them would survive. Even though the situation was becoming so favorable, with the coalition army on the verge of complete defeat, there was no momentary hesitation in the king's turned back. Because he would never accept the consequences of losing his family, no matter what he said himself. To prevent this result from happening, he was willing to give up the victory that was about to be achieved, at all costs.

Witnessing the receding figure, Yu could confidently assert: this demon clan leader was inferior to him! Even if Yu had to watch his sister die before his eyes, as long as he himself remained alive and well, although it would be heartbreaking, he wouldn't reject the consequences of losing loved ones too much. But what about the king? He didn't want the tragedy of the battlefield to be repeated; he believed that as long as one more family member died, it would be a complete defeat for himself. Those who have concerns and cannot harden their hearts are destined to be unable to gain the upper hand when facing ruthless opponents...

"Get out of my way!" The soldiers behind the encirclement line welcomed their doom. The king's eyes turned blood-red, and he continued to swing his sword with wild beast-like roars. At this moment, he undoubtedly entered the most terrifying state. Since the beginning of the war, this was the speed at which his sword swung, far exceeding the speed at which the soldiers maintained their formation for the first time.

No matter how many spears and soldiers are used to fill the gap in the formation, that sword can always turn a large number of lives into a bloody mist beneath its blade.

Lost in the heat of battle, forgetting life and death;

Several new scratches appeared on the king's body, something that soldiers couldn't even dare to hope for just a few minutes ago.

There were no injuries on the king's body throughout the long minutes of fighting;

However, since he changed his stance, every five seconds on average, a shallow cut would unavoidably appear from a sharp strike coming from the side, disregarding his own well-being and fighting with all his might according to the principle of "returning a blow for a blow."

If it was an ordinary sword, it would have already shattered from the high frequency of wear and tear, unable to continuously strike and slash;

If it was someone with less determination, they would have already fallen to the ground due to massive blood loss, unable to stand upright like him, seemingly mad.

Countless soldiers, who treasure their own lives, couldn't comprehend the reason behind this "monster" becoming like this;

They couldn't understand what kind of reason it was that made the leader of the demon tribe risk his life time and time again;

Those who couldn't understand would never understand; from birth to death, the only thing they could do was to lose their lives when the sword falls.

From time to time, there were also some warriors who, at the moment of their death, witnessed the horror before them being soaked in blood even further, but the opponent's movements became faster and faster.

It was so strange, beyond imagination!

Among the tens of thousands of people present, had anyone ever seen an opponent whose blood flowed more and whose momentum became more terrifying?

The lost lives had no way of understanding the truth behind that peculiarity;

The next batch of strong soldiers, advancing from the opposite direction, discovered an obvious reality:

The encirclement had been torn apart!

The sea of people tactics that had been implemented from the beginning failed to stop that crimson stride from moving forward.

At this distance, even if the pursuers from the other three directions thrust their weapons forward, they couldn't reach that upright figure.

However, what blades couldn't achieve, arrows might be able to.

"Release the arrows!"

Yuu's attitude at this moment was calm, bloodthirsty.

He knew he was no match for the king, even if he gathered a large number of cannon fodder for a war of attrition, he himself was almost about to perish on the battlefield not long ago.

The vast difference in strength made Yuu resentful, but he couldn't evoke any feelings of helplessness.

Because he couldn't win head-on, he could attack from behind;

If attacking from behind didn't work either, he would specifically target the opponent's weak spot;

Yuu wouldn't hesitate to use any means at his disposal!

For this reason, Yuu didn't hesitate to threaten his sister's life, before the battle broke out this morning, he secretly arranged the deepest hidden troops on the backside of the battlefield;

That place was completely opposite to where the king fought.

Yuu estimated the king's character, knowing that once there was a rain of arrows on the battlefield, that pitiful "monster" would be unwilling to let his subordinates take risks and would definitely order them to retreat to the rear.

When many demons retreated to the safe zone, Yuu would select an appropriate opportunity to launch an attack from behind the mountain with that troop.

This conspiracy was entirely feasible, after all, what obstacle could a mere terrain pose to creatures that could fly?

As for the signal to launch the attack, it would be the calling of a similar creature.

No one on the battlefield could forget:

Just recently, a large flying dragon appeared on the battlefield and let out a roar that echoed for miles...

Correct!

The so-called "secret unit" is actually another bipedal dragon.

Yin Yin concealed it from the other legion commanders, making them believe that he brought only one dragon, but in fact, he brought two!