Artillery fire poured down, turning the lands of the united demon armies into a vast ocean from an extremely long distance.


    The Thunderbolt Cannon could strike the Divine beings.


    The Sky Calamity Cannon posed a threat to the Void Gods.


    Although the united demon armies already knew the terrifying power of the Dawu artillery, their hearts were unable to stop trembling in the face of the sudden bombardment, seeing many of their comrades evaporate in an instant. They wished they could turn around and flee right away.


    It was fine for them to take advantage of a situation, but it was not fine to march to their deaths.


    "So many cannons!"


    There were too many cannons, completely covering their allied forces. The leader from the Deathly Imperial Dynasty, Yu Cheng, felt his pupils contract drastically as he shouted, "Don''t panic! Our main forces should retreat to avoid their artillery fire, making them come out!"


    "Advance the artillery position, long-range attack from the sky warships!"


    Lu Qianfu remained calm.


    One after another, the cannons moved forward.


    Now that Dawu had incorporated the Xuanzun Imperial Dynasty, there were up to eight hundred sky warships.


    Out moved the silver sky battleships!


    Equipped with extremely ferocious firepower, they were like movable fortresses, instantly ambushing the united demon armies, unleashing their torrent of artillery fire upon them.


    "Dawu''s warships!"


    Yu Cheng''s gaze flickered: "If we can, we seize their warships. If we can''t, we destroy them!"


    Many Void Gods and True Gods emerged, but when they tried to directly attack and destroy the warships, they all froze in their tracks.


    They saw that in front of the warships stood a single man: it was Ning Xiuchen.


    He looked at the united demon armies with indifference, not taking them seriously at all. On Chu Yuan''s orders, he was guarding the warships and the artillery position.


    Among the vicious individuals in Dawu, Ning Xiuchen was definitely a fearsome figure for the united demon armies.


    Standing there, who dared to step forward?


    Haven''t they seen how he easily decapitated Qi Xin, a four-layer True God?


    Yu Cheng''s face was extremely grim, his worst fear had indeed occurred: Dawu''s artillery bombardment left them struggling for breath. This indiscriminate bombardment was a severe and shocking blow to their morale.


    "We can''t just take the hits. The cannons may be powerful, but their might will diminish once we get within a certain range!"


    Acquiring one would greatly bolster the strength of a kingdom. Under a similar realm, it would enable a kingdom to dominate those without an Imperial Divine Artifact.


    "Defeat the coalition of demons!"


    Lu Qianfu cried out loudly.


    At this moment, within the blood sea of the Blood Shadow Sect, a blood-colored figure emerged.


    It was none other than Blood Eleven!


    Blood Eleven was an extremely unique blood puppet, created from the flesh and blood of a Demon God. It could absorb endless fresh blood to empower itself. Chu Yuan had forged a Blood Altar in the Blood Shadow Sect, condensing it into something resembling a Blood Demon God.


    With immense vigor, the army valiantly charged onward.


    Dawu had recently absorbed the Imperial Dynasty, it was at the peak of its morale.


    In contrast, while the Demon Coalition did have some strong members, they lacked morale and had also underestimated the might of the Dawu Army, subsequently adopting an every-man-for-himself style of combat.


    This was the consequence of numerous factions with differing sizes and strength banding together, putting on a show of force and brutality. Individual combat was fine, but against an organized army their disadvantages immediately became clear.


    "Deal with that demon cultivator!"


    Yu Cheng surveyed the situation, clearly aware that some powerful Demon Gods were hidden within the void, their gazes set on the Martial Emperor.


    At his command, numerous True Gods assembled.


    The gathering of their mana formed countless Divine Abilities, which tore through the heavens and shattered the earth, targeting Ning Xiuchen.


    "A bunch of tiny demons think they can band together to take me on? If I was at my peak, a flick of my hand would kill countless of you,"


    Seeing Yu Cheng leading the charge towards him, Ning Xiuchen felt his dignity being provoked. A thick murderous intent swept out, his face sporting a savage smile. With one wide stride, he swung his Demon God hand forward to attack.


    Despite the multitude besieging him, he didn''t care in the slightest.


    Killing was something he, a Demon God, relished the most.


    "Kill!"


    Yu Cheng also felt a heavy pressure exuding from Ning Xiuchen. The aura emanating from this man was unlike that of a True God and more akin to a Celestial God. But how could that be possible? If Dawu had a Celestial God, they would have united the Chenchu Realm long ago.


    "Hm, you think you can resist so many True Gods alone? Do you think yourself a Celestial God? Today, I''ll kill you, this old demon, right here!"


    Yu Cheng provoked Ning Xiuchen, his voice imbued with a Demonic force that could shake one''s soul.


    "Old demon?" A cruel cold light flashed across Ning Xiuchen''s eyes: "Just for that remark, you can die!"