Chapter 1500: Ceasefire

Hearing the Demon God's roar, the Demon General's face turned as pale as paper, and with a trembling voice, he spoke.

Damn it! Upon hearing the Demon General's words, the Demon God's eyes widened instantly, and a tide of murderous intent surged skyward, sweeping toward the Demon General.

Seeing this scene, the corner of the Demon General's mouth twitched involuntarily, and his heart began to beat violently.

"My lord Demon God, please calm down. I know you are extremely angry right now, but please do not do something foolish. Think about it; we have no way back," the Demon General said hurriedly.

Hearing these words, the anger on the Demon God's face subsided slightly, and then he fell silent.

The Demon God knew that his heart was indeed filled with rage at this moment.

The previous actions were entirely the result of impulse. His gaze fell slightly upon the Demon General, and he asked in a low voice, "How is it? Are you alright? Did I hurt you just now!?"

Seeing the Demon God's worried expression, the Demon General's face showed a hint of gratified smile.

Although this time, My lord Demon God made a wrong decision, leading to heavy casualties for the entire army, My lord Demon God still cared for him deeply. In his heart, he was extremely grateful; he felt it was worth it.

"My lord Demon God, thank you for your concern. I am fine," the Demon General said.

Seeing the scene before him, the Demon God fell silent once more.

"My lord Demon God, you are also injured. Why not rest for a while, and make plans for the next move after you recover!?"

Just as the Demon God was pondering, the Demon General spoke.

Hearing these words, the Demon God nodded and agreed.

His injuries were indeed very severe; he needed to treat them immediately, otherwise, the consequences would be endless.

Seeing the situation before him, the Demon General immediately turned and left, leading a group of generals to depart quickly.

Because they knew that now it was better for the Demon God to be left alone.

The Demon God looked up at the distant Dark City, a hint of resentment in his eyes, and growled unwillingly: "Li Yue, you bastard, I will remember this grudge from today."

"Just wait. Today, I must make sure you die without a place to be buried!"

At this moment, inside Dark City.

Li Yue, dragging his injured body, slowly descended from the heights.

When the soldiers hiding in the shadows saw Li Yue's figure, they were instantly overjoyed.

They hurriedly rushed forward, their faces showing expressions of ecstasy, and asked: "Lord Chenxi, my lord, are you alright?" Hearing the soldiers' inquiry, Li Yue waved his hand, then shook his head and said: "I'm fine, I'm fine!"

After saying this, he asked again: "By the way, how are the others? How many soldiers were lost this time!?"

Hearing Li Yue's inquiry, the soldiers' faces cooled slightly, obviously feeling great sorrow for the soldiers who had died at the hands of the Demons.

"Lord Chenxi, this time we lost five or six thousand soldiers. Additionally, more than ten thousand soldiers were injured," a soldier said.

Hearing this soldier's words, a shadow flashed across Li Yue's face, and he said: "I understand. Next, have people reorganize the magic array of Dark City. Remember, speed is key. Although the Demon's assault was repelled once, who knows if another wave will come immediately. Do you understand!?"

"Yes, my lord," everyone shouted in unison.