As the chimes rang out, everyone cheered upon seeing this prompt.
"The battle has begun!"
No one knew who started it, but the massive front line began to move, flying northward toward the Horned Demon People.
Such large contingents were numerous along the borders of the two races, with the larger groups numbering over a billion and the smaller ones in the tens of millions. Under the coordination of military officers, they maintained a certain distance and communication, advancing slowly.
From time to time, smaller groups would detach from the main force, accelerating toward the Horned Demon People.
Most of them had taken on reconnaissance tasks, scouting ahead for ambushes or probing the Horned Demon People's territory to assess their response.
This was quite dangerous, as in a full-scale war, there were no rules, and it was easy to encounter enemy experts and perish.
But no one was afraid; instead, they were extremely eager.
