All the combat effectiveness of the Devil race was in the hands of the twelve devil generals and the Devil God Satan. Their troops were also very concentrated.
These soldiers stationed in the border, compared with the soldiers under the command of devil generals, were more than one or two levels inferior. Even so, in recent years, these soldiers had to begin to increase the intensity of their training. The border garrison that had always been used to laziness found this rather excruciating.
The Devil race, from top to bottom, had received the news of the upcoming war. All the troops began to operate. Unfortunately, the news that could be heard here at the border was still very limited. Shen Yanxiao was still thinking whether to go along according to her plan and lurk under the devil named Qing Jun, or just continue to move forward, toward the locations of the twelve devil generals.
