Ling Haoran watched as this battlefield stabilized, and then Ling Haoran said, "I'll leave it to you here, if you can't hold it, use the talisman." I took the White Tiger Army to the next battlefield, we lost several cities, their demon clan and human demon clan armies are behind, we must lay a few cities before the Sanli Pass, to reduce the pressure for the follow-up Sanli Pass, after you occupy this city, wait for the Fengzi Battalion to receive it, I have notified Li Wenjie to come to receive the city, and then you go to a city according to your own situation. The aim is to recover at least six cities so that there is room and time for a buffer. ”

Ling Haoran unleashed the wings of the god of war, and then came to Xiyang City, which is a city guarded by the human and demon clans, Ling Haoran brought the White Tiger Army out, only to see those tall city walls become dilapidated under the flames of magic, and the city bricks are scattered, revealing the hollow city defenses. What was once a magnificent building is now only ruined and even more desolate in the light of the setting sun.

The streets of the city were no longer tidy, and were littered with broken masonry and charred wood. In the streets and alleys, the sound of children playing can no longer be heard, only the howling of the wind and the occasional cry. The once bustling bazaar is now deserted, with stalls collapsed and goods scattered and desolate.

Demon soldiers wreak havoc in the city, and they treat the inhabitants of the city cruelly. Many were tortured to death by them, their bodies strewn the streets, their blood staining the icy stone pavement. Some of the inhabitants were used as slaves by the demons, forced to engage in heavy manual labor, and lived a life that was worse than death.

The eyes of the city's inhabitants were filled with fear and despair. They were pale and emaciated, apparently suffering from hunger and pain for a long time. There is no more hope for them, only endless sorrow and endless fear.

Ling Haoran gave an order, and the barbarian statue began to attack with the fierce beasts of the White Tiger Army, and on a vast battlefield, the barbarian statue led his fierce beast army and launched a fierce attack on the demon clan. It was an unprecedented battle, full of intensity and chaos.

Clad in hard armor and armed with a massive battle axe, he rode a massive, fanged and clawed beast to lead the army behind him. His gaze was determined, as if he had made up his mind to be disgraced. The beast beside him roared, as if challenging the enemy.

With the command of the brute statue, the fierce beasts rushed towards the demons with a thunderous force. They bared their teeth and claws, spewing flames from their mouths, and engaged in fierce battles with demon soldiers and dragons. For a time, the battlefield was filled with roars, roars and wails.

The demon soldiers were defeated and retreated under the onslaught of the fierce beasts. Their defensive lines were broken through by the beasts, torn apart and devoured one by one. Those tall demon dragons were gradually unable to do anything under the combined attack of the fierce beasts, and their bodies were torn and bruised, and they fell to the ground in pain.

In the intervals between battles, the brute shouted loudly, inspiring his army. His voice swept through every corner like a raging storm. Inspired by him, the beasts attacked their enemies even more frantically, without fear.

The battle lasted a whole day. In the end, the army of fierce beasts led by the barbarian statue finally defeated the demons and successfully regained the lost territory. Countless corpses and wounded were left on the battlefield, but the Brute and his army won the victory.

Just after they had just captured the vanguard, several generals came out of the rear camp of the human demon clan, led by one, he was tall, much taller than the ordinary human race, with a pair of deep black eyes embedded in his thin face, like two cold and hard stones, without human emotion. His ears were pointed, like elves, but they were particularly glaring on this stony face. His hair flowed like a waterfall on his shoulders, as black as the night sky, and equally lifeless.

His greatest feature is his teeth. They are as sharp as needles, densely packed, neatly arranged in the mouth, shining like steel needles. When he smiled, the cold light reflected from those teeth sent chills to his heart. His smile was sly and cruel, and it looked particularly eerie.

He was very elaborately dressed, and each piece of clothing was made of black silk with intricate demon totems embroidered on it. These totems seem to possess magical powers, and wearing them on the body seems to enhance his strength. On his bare arms, strong muscles can be seen, indicating that he has excellent strength. The aura of his body is not human, but a unique mixture of ancient magic and fresh blood, which is the hallmark of his status as a demon general.

His fingers were long and thin, as if they could penetrate any object. He loved to use these fingers to slowly caress his weapon, a longsword forged of black iron. The sword matches his temperament, cold and mysterious.

He was followed by four people, one of whom was a demon general with a human body and a tiger's head, who stood in the moonlight, making all living beings shudder.

He had the body of a man, but the head was the head of a tiger. His eyes shimmered like two green gems, showing his cunning and ferocity. His nose was pointed, like a sharp sword, as if it could penetrate any defense. His ears were pointed, sharp as blades, and could catch the faintest sounds.

His skin was dark yellow with black stripes that resembled the markings of a tiger that made him look even more formidable. He has strong muscles in his arms and legs, as if he can easily destroy any opponent. He has sharp claws on his fingers that can easily tear through anything.

He wears a black armor inlaid with glittering magic stones that enhance his strength and defense. He had a tiger-headed broadsword hanging from his waist, which was his weapon.

The other was a demon elder who looked a bit like him, his body was thin, but his wings were as black as a bat. His head is bare and looks somewhat like a bat's head. His eyes are deep-set, his gaze is sly and sinister. His nose was pointed, like an olecranon's beak, and he looked a little scary. His ears are also pointy, like the ears of a mouse, and can pick up all the sounds around him. His skin is dark gray and looks somewhat like the color of a mouse. He has sharp claws on his hands that can easily tear through any object. His fingers are slender and nimble, allowing him to perform a variety of delicate movements. He wears a black robe inlaid with glittering magic stones that enhance his strength and defenses. He had a sharp dagger hanging from his waist, which was his weapon.

The last one is that his body is very tall, almost 3 meters, and his body is muscular, as if he can easily destroy any enemy. His skin was dark green, with a layer of tiny scales that shimmered with an icy glow, as if they could reflect all light. His head was much wider than that of an ordinary Terran, his cheeks protruded, his nose towering into the clouds, and a pair of deep eyes that shone with a sly light.

His ears were pointed, elf-like, but they were particularly glaring on this stony face. His hair was long, black, flowing down his shoulders like a waterfall, and he looked a bit like a snake. He wears a garment made of black leather, which is decorated with tiny scales, as if to strengthen his defenses.

His eyes were like two pearls of the night, full of deep and brilliant light. His smile was cunning, cruel, and contented. The muscles in his chest bulged like waves, full of power.

His fingers are long and thin, as if they can penetrate any object. He loved to use these fingers to slowly caress his weapon, a longsword forged of black iron. The sword matches his temperament, cold and mysterious.