Chapter 1200: The Fish That Slipped Through the Net

The strength of the Human Race is completely unlike what the Demon Race imagined; at this moment on the battlefield, more and more demons are being captured alive and tightly bound with the Demon-Binding Rope.

Watching this scene, Bei Zun felt heavy-hearted.

This is dying before achieving victory; originally full of confidence, planning to decide the fate of the world in one battle.

Having just arrived in the Haotu World, having done nothing yet, they were directly defeated by the enemy in one battle.

Moreover, just now the Will of Heaven intervened, yet these humans actually tried to stop it.

If not for that, the demon race's losses would likely be even heavier; but even so, the demon race now hardly has the strength to fight one battle.

As a demon warrior who has fought in southern and northern campaigns, Bei Zun's combat experience is naturally rich.

The battle has progressed to the point where it can basically be said that the outcome is already decided.

Whether ordinary demons or the many Demon Gods, they are currently at a disadvantage.

As for Bei Zun himself, facing the Yun Xiantai, he also gains no advantage.

Gritting his teeth in secret, Bei Zun ultimately issued the order to retreat.

Before this, who could have imagined such an outcome? Not only failing to capture the Haotu World, but in such a short time the demon race itself has paid a heavy price.

Upon hearing Bei Zun's order, many demons began to retreat consciously.

Although the various race powerhouses couldn't understand whatever nonsense the demons were saying, from the demons' actions they quickly guessed they wanted to flee.

"Want to run?"

"Did you ask us? Stop them."

This delicacy that has reached their mouths cannot simply be allowed to escape; thus, the various race powerhouses immediately surrounded them.

Seeing it hard to escape, the demon side simply forced a breakthrough, hoping to rely on their own strength to tear open a gap.

The demons truly fought desperately; although they successfully broke out, what they never expected was...

Just as they broke out of the encirclement, the next second they were surrounded again by traps.

On the outskirts of the battlefield, there was actually another ring of traps, and this ring mainly consisted of trapping formations, directly blocking their retreat.

"Damn it, how can there still be?"

"Just how many traps did these guys set up?"

Numerous demons were stunned for a moment; how many traps did these humans set up, and how can one encounter traps wherever they go?

It's utterly absurd; there were already so many traps before, and now, even after fighting this long, there are still traps all around.

Are you guys incapable of doing anything besides setting traps?

Meanwhile, facing the demons whose retreat was blocked, the various race powerhouses were completely unfazed; from the start, these demons were destined not to escape.

After going to such trouble, could you just let them walk away so easily?

"Run, why aren't you running?"

"A duck on the chopping block, and you could still run?"

"Heh heh heh.............."

One by one, with cold smiles, they closed in again; facing the various race powerhouses, the demons furrowed their brows, truly having no recourse left.

Their retreat was blocked, enemies all around; now they want to run but cannot.

After a moment of stunned silence, a Demon God spoke in a deep voice.

"Demon warriors, let's fight them to the death."

"Kill!"

"Kill."

The demons indeed still have some hot blood; driven to desperation, they simply let go and wanted to fight a decisive battle.

Even if they die, they will absolutely not let the various races of the Haotu World have an easy time.

However, their dying struggle is completely meaningless to the various race powerhouses.

Just as the demons were still roaring, from the Haotu World's camp, large hooks flew over like lightning.

This tactic had not been used before; the demons were also caught off guard, momentarily not knowing how to respond.

Many disciples of the Dao Yi Shengdi each wielded a hook; once hooked, a person vanished in the next second.

Afterward, seven or eight strong men swarmed up, and in a few beats they were pressed down to the ground.

"This.............."

Even now in battle, the humans still have undisclosed means.

Seeing those sky-covering hooks, the demons were dumbfounded.

What on earth are these humans, where do they get so many methods?

"Damn it, charge forward and kill."

Watching another batch of demons being hooked away, Bei Zun could no longer sit still; left and right, the demon race now numbers less than one-fifth.

The rest either died in traps or were captured alive and tightly bound there.

Bei Zun intended to make a final desperate effort; the various race powerhouses showed no fear whatsoever.

Not only this battlefield, but other fronts are similar; the demons are comprehensively disadvantaged everywhere.

Even because Bei Zun is not holding down those places, the situation on the other four battlefields is even worse.

Since the demons entered the Haotu World, three days have passed; inside the Spirit City not far from the battlefield.

Ye Zhangqing, Bai Hua Xianzi, Jueying, and many Spirit Chefs of the Spirit Chef Alliance were then preparing the post-battle food.

After this battle, celebration is naturally in order; moreover, every participant has a food quota, and the required amount of food is simply astronomical.

Therefore, starting several days ago, the Spirit Chefs of the Spirit Chef Alliance began preparations.

Ye Zhangqing mainly took charge of guiding them—for example, with some new dishes; when the Spirit Chefs didn't know how to handle them, Ye Zhangqing would teach them on the side.

There are also tasks that can be prepared in advance, such as pre-frying foods that need to be fried.

By then, it won't be so troublesome.

Inside Spirit City, many spirit chefs were bustling about; Ye Zhangqing, who had just come back after making a round, had just sat down and taken a sip of tea, not yet swallowed, when suddenly more than ten demons burst through the door.

With a bang, the door was smashed open, and then more than ten heavily wounded demons rushed in, their eyes full of panic.

In a moment, everyone was dazed; likewise, the more than ten demons were also dazed.

The two sides locked eyes, and the air seemed to grow still.

Those more than ten demons had fled from the battlefield where Yunluo Shèngzhǔ was.

After suffering a crushing defeat, the demons managed to escape, but then lost their sense of direction and fled slowly all the way.

Seeing a city in the distance, they charged straight in.

But they never expected that upon entering, they would see so many people.

Even if there were many people, that would be fine; after all, they came for humans, and if they could obtain some human flesh and blood, they could recover from their wounds more quickly.

That's why those more than ten demons charged straight into Spirit City.

In their view, the battle was in full swing now, so the Human Race's experts should all be on the battlefield, with none left behind; given their strength, they wouldn't face any danger.

But at this moment, seeing the crowd before them, the more than ten demons were dumbfounded—'Wait, why are there so many experts here? Did we come to the wrong place?'