This time, as Astaroth darted into the now completely devolved battlefield, he collided with the foot soldiers.
And even they were more than capable of holding their own. Most of them were well over the power level of even the current strongest players.
Every demon he scanned in the foot soldiers was level fifty and over, and most of them were at least special grade.
Astaroth wasn't sure what kind of army could overpower this kind of raw strength. From what he saw in the few cities he travelled to, the armies weren't this level or grade.
Then again, with the mix of races, he assumed every kingdom and clan of the continent of light had pitched in their most powerful troops. He couldn't see demonoids or undead anywhere, though.
Even orcs were a rare sight. At least from what he could see in the middle of this hectic battlefield, every time he took some altitude.