Yuan Ye stood in his demonic Dragon. In front of him stood a few extraterritorial Devils. They were all injured and looked rather miserable. However, they all stood straight and had a hint of anger on their faces.
Yuan Ye looked at them with an ice-cold expression and said in a deep voice, " "It's been almost a month. In almost a month, an Army of hundreds of billions of people hasn't been able to take down a realm. You actually allowed them to injure you. Good, this is really good. You're really becoming more and more promising. Tell me, how many soldiers do we have in this world?"
One of the Outworld fiends said angrily, " &Quot; general, there are about 100 billion cultivators in this world who can fight. We don't know how many women, children, and elderly are left. &Quot;
