The Monster is Coming

Chapter 377 Divine Soldiers Descend from the Sky, I'm About to Show Off!

Black Domain Continent, Ash Earth Canyon.

The Dragon Wing Clan's territory, "Dragon Court," is situated atop the most precipitous mountain peak.

Through numerous cross-border expeditions, the Dragonwing Clan has experienced ups and downs here. They once enjoyed the glory of becoming the overlord of a small region, but also suffered the devastation of being besieged by alien races and retreating to a small world at the cost of near annihilation.

Every inch of this land is soaked in the blood and fire of the Dragonwing Clan.

This gives the rock walls of the entire canyon a dark golden sheen, resembling layers of dragon scales.

The Dragon Court, which has been rebuilt several times, still bears the marks left from the fierce battle with the Burial Bone Clan. The cracks in the stone pillars of the palaces within the city are still embedded with ice crystals that condensed during the fight against the Storm Clan... Every mark is a medal, recording the indomitable spirit that this clan has forged in countless cross-realm expeditions.

In this era, a new expedition begins.

The Dragon Court City, which had been reduced to ruins, was rebuilt by this generation of Dragonwing Clan members.

A brand-new blood-red banner rose in the city center, its gilded dragon design fluttering in the gale, the dragon's head held high as if issuing a battle cry to the world, announcing their return.

The members of the Dragonwing Clan all understood that the new expedition was not about replicating past glories, but about carving out a broader future for the Dragonwing Clan in the torrent of competition among billions of races.

One generation supports the next; what matters is not standing at the peak, but the process of climbing.

As the clan motto says: The dragon's flame will never be extinguished, but will only burn towards the heavens.

Within the clan's territory, many new functional facilities have sprung up.

In the "Dragon Forging Workshop" next to the Dragon Sleeping Temple, the furnace is spitting out orange-red flames, and young craftsmen are refining and forging the resources of the ore vein.

The foundation of this workshop is the site where the Xuanlin Great Dragon Lord forged the first dragon spear. The scorching aura of the dragon flames left by the first generation still lingers deep underground.

In the newly developed "Dragon Nurturing Pool" at the foot of Lingxi Cliff, the earth vein spring water gurgles and flows into the energy channels that flow throughout the city.

The stone wall beside the pool is covered with resource planning insights left by sacrifices throughout the ages, the oldest line of writing of which has become one with the rock.

Throughout the city, several bridges of honor have been erected, built with materials from the monster world and the dragon bones of their people. They are covered with spoils from past battles, and several collapsed bridges have now been repaired.

The resource nodes left by our predecessors have also been put back into use.

Mineral veins, spiritual springs... and a ten-thousand-year-old dragon blood tree stands in the city center, absorbing spiritual energy from the outside world to nourish the dragon-winged creatures in the city.

New and old buildings intertwine in the city.

New facilities embody the vitality of the present, while the resources left by our predecessors carry the weight of history, together forming the cornerstone for the Dragonwing Clan's resurgence.

The forging of dragons in the Dragon Forging Workshop, the sound of water in the Dragon Nurturing Pool, the clanging of spoils in the wind on the Sky Bridge... these are the echoes of a race's bloodline.

It is also the destiny etched into the bones of every member of the Dragonwing Clan, to write an epic poem belonging to the Dragonwing Clan in the monster world through a relay.

Each time I pick up my pen, it is dipped in fresh dragon blood, writing an even more passionate chapter for the monster world's heavens.

But the journey through the monster world has always been a perilous path, fraught with danger and bloodshed.

This land has never shown sympathy for the weak.

Danger and opportunity—no one knows which will come first.

At this moment, the Dragonwing Clan faced a sudden survival crisis.

Before the war broke out, the Devourer Clan dispatched reconnaissance troops to conduct a general investigation into the situation of the Dragonwing Clan.

From the vitality of the dragonwing warriors venturing out to explore, to the strength of the materials used in the forging of their weapons and equipment, and even the energy density of the city's defensive barriers.

The Devourer Clan's scout units infiltrated every corner of the Ash Earth Canyon like shadows.

Transforming into moss in rock crevices, clinging to the gaps in the scales of the dragon-winged warriors who venture out, and even lurking in the high temperatures of lava rivers, they continuously transmit the collected information back to their homeland through a mental network.

During this period, they also obtained statistics on the daily energy consumption of the Dragonwing warriors who went out, including the characteristics of the Dragonwing's life structure and combat capabilities... All this intelligence was calculated into the war victory rate in the Devourer Clan's information network.

What appeared to be a sudden war was in fact a meticulously calculated operation by the Devouring Clan based on intelligence information.

At this moment, the sky outside Dragonwing City was torn apart by the flames of war.

The Dragonwing Clan's last line of defense was teetering on the brink of collapse amidst the Devourer Clan's onslaught.

The current Great Dragon Lord of the Dragonwing Clan stood atop the altar, his crimson-gold dragon eyes reflecting the entire burning battlefield.

His wings were tattered and broken, his dragon scales were stained with the black blood of the Devourer Clan warriors, and his eyes still burned with a fierce fighting spirit.

Outside the city, the warriors of the Dragonwing Clan were building a defensive line with their own flesh and blood.

The roars of the Dragonscale Guards shattered the earth. Wielding massive shields engraved with dragon patterns, each charge crushed the vanguard of the Devouring Clan into a bloody pulp.

But there were simply too many enemies. As soon as one Devourer warrior's flesh and blood was crushed, more would pounce on it.

The Azure Dragon Guards weaved through the clouds, their breath falling like meteors, occasionally scorching the earth and leaving blackened furrows.

Meanwhile, the Devouring Locusts of the Devouring Clan blotted out the sky. They used their numerical advantage to exhaust their breath, preventing the fireball from falling and interfering with the advancing main force.

During this battle, many elderly Dragon Language priests stood guard on the city walls.

Generate incantation runes, draw upon the elements in the air, outline a grand array, and summon thunder and storms.

But the Devourer Clan's army seemed endless, with countless Devourer warriors advancing over the corpses of their own kind. Even as their bodies disintegrated, they would immediately be filled by those who came after them.

At this moment, the Great Dragon Lord gazed at the battle lines retreating under pressure and couldn't help but let out a low roar.

Just then, a figure shot over from a distance and landed beside him, kneeling on one knee.

"Great Dragon Lord, the western defense line has been breached, and the Third Azure Sky Dragon Guard... has been completely wiped out."

The arriving figure was covered in blood, with several holes corroded in the membrane of its left wing, revealing the bleeding bones beneath.

This blood-stained figure was none other than the old friend Ji Chen had longed to see again: the Dragonborn.

After listening to the Dragonborn's report, the Great Dragon Lord's crimson-gold pupils remained fixed on the surging battle lines outside the city.

Only when the Dragonborn's panting gradually subsided did he slowly turn his neck, his gaze falling on the Dragonborn's tattered wings, then turning to the scar on the Dragonborn's forehead.

This scar overlaps with a scar left by a prodigy from one of the clans during a trial at the Wind Howling Platform, which I remember.

He was not originally the heir chosen by the Dragonwing Clan's higher-ups; there was an even more outstanding individual above him.

The clan's higher-ups had already secretly decided to focus on nurturing it after it descended into the monster world, until it inherited the position of the Great Dragon Lord and took control of the Dragon Breath Rules.

However, during the launch ceremony of the inter-space expedition, this figure was swept away by a sudden turbulence in the space passage and disappeared.

The entire Dragonwing Clan believed it had long since turned into stardust.

After that, he took over the position of the strongest prodigy of the Dragonwing Clan and eventually inherited the authority of the Great Dragon Lord.

And the strongest prodigy in the clan back then is the figure kneeling on one knee right before us.

The Great Dragon Lord's gaze lingered on the scar on the dragon's forehead for a long time, his expression complex.

In that pale white mark, one can almost see the boy who once soared through the air on the Wind Howling Platform.

At that time, the dragon descendants were objects of its worship.

The elders in the clan all say that this is a dragon breath controller who appears only once in a thousand years.

But now, the once spirited and arrogant prodigy has incredibly thin dragon breath energy within his body.

This is the result of a long-term lack of nourishment from dragon blood fruit and the erosion caused by the polluted atmosphere of the small world.

Like a dragon blood tree that should have taken root in Dragon's Breath Cliff, but was thrown into land lacking spiritual energy, even if the seed is good, it is difficult to grow into a towering tree.

Even though he personally bestowed upon the Dragonborn the Origin-level imprint of the "Dragon Breath Rule," his current strength is still far from reaching his full potential.

Two hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

He recalled how, when he first inherited the Dragon Breath Rules and became the Great Dragon Lord, he had imagined countless times before the star map that the vanished figure would return.

The scene depicts them fighting side by side in the monster world.

But the reality is that the beings he once looked up to have long been "tortured" by the swampy world and fallen out of the ranks.

But it can still see that indomitable edge in the eyes of the dragonborn.

The small world limited its growth, but it did not diminish its will; it remains the same proud prodigy in our memories.

The fighting spirit burning in those crimson-gold vertical pupils was exactly the same as the figure standing atop the Wind Howling Platform in my memory.

Even when covered in dust, it still retains its unyielding sharpness.

The Great Dragon Lord stared at the blood-stained face of the dragonborn, and slowly raised his dragon claw.

Instantly, a dragon crystal shimmering with brilliant golden light condensed in his palm; this was the original imprint of the Dragon Breath rule.

The Great Dragon Lord took a deep breath, made a decision, and looked at the Dragonborn, saying in a deep voice:
“Brother Dragonborn, you can no longer keep up with the intensity of the war. This is not a matter of underestimation, but a fact.” The Great Dragon Lord’s claw hovered in mid-air, the golden light of the dragon crystal in his palm reflecting a dazzling light in both of their pupils.
“The Devouring Clan outside the city is giving birth to new warriors every moment. Their power is far beyond what you can contend with. Next, I will lead the Dragonscale Guards to charge into the enemy lines and buy you as much time as possible. You take the rest of the warriors and leave through the secret passage under Spirit Breath Cliff to retreat to your home world.”

As if anticipating what the Dragonborn might say, the Great Dragon Lord's tone carried an undeniable air of authority:
"Remember, retreating is not admitting defeat, but allowing the flame of the Dragonwing Clan to burn into the next era. Your battlefield is not in the scorched earth ahead. Nurture your wings in your homeland and wait for the day when you can lead the next generation of your people back to the monster world."

As he spoke, the Great Dragon Lord pushed the Dragon Breath Rule in his hand toward the Dragonborn.

But the dragonborn suddenly raised his hand, using his claws to firmly press against the dragon breath rule crystal that was so close at hand, and then slowly straightened his spine.

The tattered wing membranes fluttered in the gale, but could not conceal the intense light bursting from its eyes.

"I've waited two hundred years for this road."

The dragonborn stared intently into the Great Dragon Lord's eyes, each word he uttered sounding as if it were being clenched between his teeth, carrying a simmering aura of bloodlust:

“From the day I was swept away by the spatial turbulence, I have lived every moment to return to the battlefield, struggling to survive in the filthy little world, tempering my dragon body in the barren wasteland... I have never given up, nor do I think I will fall. Now you want me to go back.”

With that, the dragonborn tore off a broken dragon scale from his chest and slammed it hard against the Great Dragon Lord's chest:
"For the past two hundred years, I have gnawed on rotting flesh in the swamp, drunk poisonous water in the desert, and had my body pierced by chains of alien races... What has kept me alive has never been the will to survive. I have waited two hundred years for this day, for a chance to return to the battlefield, for the desire to fight alongside my people, even if it means being shattered to pieces. So I will never agree to retreat to the clan's territory. If you want to retreat, then find another successor."

"Today, I have only two choices: either live on the corpses of the Devouring Clan or die on the battlefield."

Amidst the dragonborn's low growl, the shattered dragon scale that had struck the Great Dragon Lord's chest suddenly burst forth with a blinding crimson light.

The scales were covered with countless tiny runes.

Those are forbidden runes that the dragonborn in another world painlessly inscribed into their bodies with dragon blood, a power born from suffering.

The Great Dragon Lord's vertical pupils contracted violently.

At this moment, the dragonborn in my eyes once again overlapped with the arrogant figure in my memory.

Time may wear away its strength, but it can never extinguish the dragon spirit within it.

At this moment, he understood what the Dragonborn were seeking, and there was no point in continuing to persuade him.

At that moment, it raised its hand and slammed it heavily onto the dragonborn's blood-stained shoulder:
“Brother, the Dragonborn.”

The Great Dragon Lord's crimson-gold pupils were devoid of any remaining emotion, only sincere admiration. He nodded solemnly to the Dragonborn:

"Let's go!"

The muscles in the Dragonborn's shoulders tensed up suddenly, then slowly relaxed.

It didn't speak, but instead grabbed the Great Dragon Lord's wrist with its backhand. The moment their dragon claws interlocked, the dragon crystal and blood scales in their palms simultaneously became hot. At this moment, no more words were needed.

At that moment, the Dragonborn turned around, swept across the land with a whirlwind, and resolutely rushed to the center of the battlefield.

The dragon breath spewed from its mouth intertwined in mid-air into a dark golden arc, crashing towards the densest torrent of the Devouring Clan.

The dark golden flames instantly scorched the bodies of dozens of Devourer warriors, but each Devourer warrior possessed a formidable elemental immunity, and it took the dragon flames a long time to break through their defenses.

The moment it flapped its wings and swooped down, three Devouring Vanguards pounced on it, their corrosive slime splashing onto its wing membranes and sizzling as it burned.

The dragonborn suddenly spun around, its claws tearing open the throat of the monster on the far left. Blackish-green fluid sprayed all over its face, but it did nothing to slow its movements.

Like an out-of-control arrow, it pierced straight into the center of the most densely packed formation of the Devouring Clan.

Roar!
The Dragon Breath rule was activated, and the energy derived from the rule transformed into countless runes that wrapped around the body.

Instantly, his blood and qi surged, and his strength increased rapidly.

The sudden dragon roar instantly shattered the bodies of several low-level Devourer Clan warriors.

But more Devourer warriors quickly rushed up to fill the gaps.

In the chaos, a Devouring Lord suddenly attacked, wielding its giant pincers to tear open its right wing, revealing the stark white wing bone beneath. The Dragonborn roared and turned to bite the other's neck, using the force of the fall to slam it hard onto the ground, sending rubble and black blood flying everywhere.

Just as it broke free from the entanglement, it saw a young dragon guard beside it being torn apart by three Devourer Clan warriors at the same time. With the crisp sound of dragon scales peeling off, the figure who had just come of age was instantly devoured, leaving only a short wail.

The dragonborn's pupils suddenly contracted, and his newly healed wounds burst open in anger, dripping blood onto the scorched earth and emitting white smoke.

It turned to try to rescue it, but was pinned to the spot by several corrosive rays, and the smell of charred scales mixed with the stench of blood filled its nostrils.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the elemental array set up by the clan elder collapsing.

One of the core members of the formation was engulfed by the locust swarm.

"kill!"

The dragonborn rushed towards the formation without hesitation. This was the core of maintaining the battle line and could not be destroyed by the Devouring Clan.

"Dragonscale Guards, follow me and kill!"

Just then, the Great Dragon Lord's roar came from behind, and crimson-gold dragon breath poured down like a waterfall, smashing a vacuum in the raging tide of destruction.

His dragon claws gripped a golden dragon spear, the tip of which held the remains of an elite warrior of the Devouring Clan. His tattered wings flapped, creating a gust of wind.

He rushed to the Dragonborn's side and flapped his wings fiercely, defeating all the Devourer warriors who attacked him.

"Can it still hold on?" the Great Dragon Lord asked in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he placed his palm on the man's shoulder, and instantly, pure dragon breath energy flowed into him continuously. The dragon descendant, who was almost exhausted, suddenly had the strength to fight again.

When questioned, the Dragonborn did not answer, but instead raised his claws and plunged them into the eye socket of a charging Devourer warrior, tearing it apart with his bare hands.

At this moment, the Great Dragon Lord also set off, stirring up a giant golden wave that crashed straight ahead.

But the monstrous tide of destruction ahead was simply too dense.

As soon as a hole was torn open, new monsters surged up, stepping over the corpses of their own kind.

The Dragonborn saw the Great Dragon Lord's tailbone pierced by a shadowy bone spike that suddenly tore through space, but then it grabbed the bone spike and forcibly pulled out the Devourer warrior hiding behind it, tearing him apart in the most violent way.

However, the powerful Dragon Lord quickly became the target of concentrated fire.

More and more Devouring Warriors rushed towards the Great Dragon Lord, and its body bore more and more wounds.

At this moment, the Dragonborn also let out a low growl and charged after the departing Great Dragon Lord.

Many familiar faces fell one after another in the annihilating frenzy.

The giant shields of the front-line Dragon Scale Guards shattered one after another, and the figures of the Sky Dragon Guards in the sky became fewer and fewer.

In this war, the Dragonwing Clan was at a significant disadvantage.

The dragon breath power within the dragonborn gradually depleted during the charge. When it flapped its wings for the last time, the bone fragments of its right wing broke off, and it fell into the scorched earth with the shattered wing membrane.

It crashed heavily to the ground, crushing the bodies of several Devourer Clan members, but it was unable to stand up immediately.

The roar of the Devourer Clan exploded in its ears, and countless sharp claws reached for its head, but were blocked by its clansmen.

As it gasped for breath, it knew that the war was about to end with the annihilation of the Dragonwing Clan.

The tide of the Devouring Race is unstoppable.

The dragonborn's vision blurred as he struggled to stand on the battlefield, his broken body bearing the weight of his people's remains. He let out a final battle cry.

Gazing at the ravaging tide that, after being briefly repelled, surged forth again like a torrent, it dragged its heavy body in a final charge.

This was its fate, to die as a warrior.

Just as the surging wave of destruction was about to engulf it.

boom!
A loud bang came from the sky, and the dragonborn and his kinsmen who were charging alongside him looked up sharply.

Suddenly, the sky exploded.

A spatial rift that stretched across the sky suddenly opened up, and blinding silver light poured down like a waterfall.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening battle cry resounded through the sky:
"Get to work, wounded squad, charge in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shirtless, muscular, dragon-like player from the damage-bearing group transformed into a crimson torrent, descending from the sky with a surge of energy.

Their bodies tore through the air with a deafening roar, and the moment they landed, they erected a continuously expanding steel wall in front of the Dragonwing Clan.

Under the command of the God King, the warriors at the forefront, who were focused on taking damage, decisively activated their Gargoyle abilities. In the blink of an eye, their bodies transformed into interconnected black iron walls, and their feet firmly planted on the ground.

The Devourer Clan's charge was abruptly halted, and the violent sounds of bones shattering echoed continuously from the front lines.

"Healing team, mark the location on the map, and start healing."

Instantly, everyone was imbued with the healing power of the Prayer Soul, releasing a beam of healing light that spread over a wide area.

The bodies of the dragonborn and its kin were also enveloped in healing light at this moment, and an incredible scene unfolded as the dragon breath power within its body, which had been almost completely depleted, began to recover rapidly.

It stared in astonishment at its own body, where the wounds that had been corroded to the point of exposing the white bones were now growing new pink flesh at a visible speed.

The ruptured holes in the wing membrane were filled with pale golden energy veins, healing rapidly.

At that moment, it suddenly raised its head, and a terrifying energy fluctuation erupted from the main battle line.

"Damage-absorbing team, advance!" As soon as the God King finished speaking, the support team behind him attacked simultaneously.

Each burst of blood-burning properties buffs the front-line tanking members.

At this moment, the members of the Injury Relief Squad also shed their gargoyle characteristics, and the pitch-black color faded away like a tide, revealing their domineering bodies with bulging muscles.

His bare upper body, every inch of skin taut like forged black iron, muscles bulging under the enhancement of blood-burning properties, the crimson aura surrounding him now tinged with a blood-red hue, and his eyes gradually becoming covered in red.

No weapons or shields are needed.

The soldiers in the front row simultaneously lowered their waists, their arms crossed like iron clamps to protect their chests, and the muscles in their shoulders and necks bulged like small mountains.

The next second, the damage-absorbing players who formed this steel wall simultaneously stepped forward.

Under the incredulous gaze of the Dragonborn, the Wounded Legion, like a warhammer forged from flesh and blood, crashed fiercely into the torrent of the Devouring Race.

The sounds of bones cracking, bodies breaking apart, and muffled thuds... all these sounds intertwined to create a chilling roar.

The Devourer warriors blocking their way fell backward in swathes, like wheat fields swept by a whirlwind.

At this moment, the core members of each damage-absorbing group activate their wind-breaking ability and ignite their charge engine.

The injured players roared in unison, shaking the ground.

This advance line, forged from flesh and blood, rolled over the scorched earth with unstoppable force.

With the wind-breaking properties enhanced, their movement speed increased, and the veins under their skin bulged like coiled dragons. Each step they took created shallow craters in the ground, and the accompanying gale shattered the deathly poison mist dissipated by the Devouring Clan.

The Dragonborn sees it clearly.

Suddenly, a burly man in the front row bent down, his shoulder and back muscles clenched into knots, and forcefully withstood the charge of a five-meter-tall, monstrous beast.

He let out a muffled roar as his throat bobbed, and the bulging veins on his arms almost burst through his skin. With a powerful punch, he blasted the giant beast into a cloud of black mist.

Soon, figures took their place behind them, allowing the exhausted soldiers to retreat and continue the charge.

From above, the dark green liquid sprayed out like a torrential rain, but the soldiers were unaffected and continued to advance over the broken bones and debris.

The air currents generated by the wind-breaking property stirred up clouds of dust, and the speed of the damage-bearing group's charge increased faster and faster.

Some people were held by several Devourer Clan members, but they ignored them and ignited the blood-red flames with a sinister grin.

Someone had his arm entangled by a Devouring Insect. He grabbed the Insect's head and slammed it to the ground until its brains and rubble mingled together.

Their muscles were stained with black blood and bits of flesh, making them look like monstrous demons crawling out of hell, ferocious and terrifying.

The advance line, like a red-hot butcher's knife, cleaved a continuously extending bloody path horizontally through the horde of annihilation.

On the scorched earth, broken bones and flesh lay carpets, and a steel torrent of muscles and roars advanced with visible efficiency, as if to crush the entire Devouring Clan's torrent into the abyss of death.

As the Injury Regiment roared and accelerated once more, the Devouring Clan's charging torrent paused briefly.

It was as if the manipulators behind the scenes had become fearful, instinctively retreating from this pure, violent, and domineering force that used flesh and blood to crush everything.

Dragon Wing was shocked to witness all of this.

This legion has no fancy skills, no dazzling energy, only the most primal and domineering power.

Every step forward carried the force of an earthquake, and every collision brought the defeat of the Devouring Clan. The figures before it seemed like ferocious beasts descended from a barbaric world, demonstrating to it with their powerful physiques what the art of war, using brute force to overcome skill, truly meant.

This scene thrilled the Dragonborn.

Just then, a muffled hum suddenly echoed in the sky.

The dragonborn suddenly looked up and saw countless beams of light rising from the earth, ice blue, fiery red, dark purple... all kinds of light surging out like magma.

The elemental energy it emitted was even more powerful than the dragon breath spewed by the Azure Dragon Guards. At this moment, it rose into the sky in dense formation, covering the entire sky, and its quantity was still growing rapidly.

"Mage raid group, smash it!"

With a command given in the battle group's voice channel, the sky seemed to have been overturned like a palette of colors.

Countless fireballs, trailing flames, crashed down on the rear of the Devourer Clan, exploding into a sea of ​​fire upon impact, burning the Devourer Clan's corrupted bodies into crackling charcoal.

Then, a torrent of ice spikes roared down, piercing the bodies of the Devourer warriors while freezing the earth into crystalline ice shards, building ice barriers on the scorched land.

After that, thunderstorms, corrosive elements, void giant hands... all sorts of elemental energies took turns appearing.

Behind the Devouring Clan's frenzy, the area was instantly filled with an elemental torrent, as if the heavens and earth were upside down, about to completely engulf the Devouring Clan.

They quickly cleared large areas of vacuum, and their killing efficiency was so fast that the Devourer Clan couldn't replenish their ranks in time.

This scene greatly shocked the Dragonborn and the remaining Dragonwing warriors.

The Devourer Warriors possess strong elemental resistance. Although they also manipulate fire, the dragon breath released by the Dragonwing Clan has difficulty penetrating the Devourer Warriors' physical defenses.

It takes a few moments of burning with dragon's breath to melt through it.

However, the Devouring Warriors seemed to have no elemental resistance to the elemental flames unleashed by the group of warriors descending from the sky, their bodies easily burned through.

"This...this is suppression at the level of rules?" The dragonborn, having guessed the answer, unconsciously tightened his dragon claws.

What shocked him even more was that figures were still falling through the cracks in the sky.

The second player legion quickly raised its guild banner on the battlefield, launching a new offensive, choosing to advance from the right flank.

Before long, the third player legion arrived.

The representatives of the three strongest player factions' combined battle groups simultaneously activated the war mode.

But this time, the opponent is not the Earth-Beast or the Battle Zerg.

What appeared to be a brutal collision was, in their eyes, pure enjoyment.

There are no natural disaster walls, no backlash from low-health enemies, no tactical crushing... head-on collisions bring players only unbridled and exhilarating fun.

As one player in a certain sub-group's voice channel put it: "After eating so much shit, we realize how delicious the food outside is. Unfortunately, this faction is destined to be devoured in no time. The most durable food is still the shit monsters of our Emperor's Tomb Mountains."

The Devourer Clan's unstoppable front was crumbling under the fierce offensive of the player army.

Just then, a rift suddenly opened up across the sky behind the battlefield, and a giant hand made entirely of shadow reached out, its twelve fingers spread out, gradually spreading across the sky above the battlefield.

Then, one after another, giant shadowy hands tore through space and appeared, completely covering the entire battlefield.

As countless shadowy giant hands slowly descended, the Dragonborn immediately felt an unparalleled sense of oppression.

It realized that the powerful figures behind the Devouring Clan could no longer sit still and chose to act together at this moment.

The situation was critical. The Dragonborn roared in battle, preparing to charge alongside the reinforcements who had come to their aid for reasons unknown, to fight against the strongest force of the Devourers.

The reinforcements were no match for the powerful figures behind the Devouring Clan.

The Devouring Warriors we just fought were merely cannon fodder that could be quickly generated; the group that has now appeared is the true main force of the Devouring Clan.

Just as the dragonborn was about to take flight, a hand landed on its shoulder, and a voice, both strange and familiar, rang in its ear:

"Don't rush, this is just the beginning."

The dragonborn turned his head sharply and saw a familiar face with a smile.

It was Ji Chen who arrived.

At this moment, he pointed to the battlefield, a smug look on his face, and said:

"Look, the show is about to begin."

Before the Dragonborn could recover from the shock of seeing Ji Chen, a loud bang came from the direction of the battlefield, and the earth began to rumble, as if an ancient beast was awakening.

It suddenly turned its head to look.

On the front lines of the battlefield, streaks of blazing golden spiritual patterns rapidly spread across the land.

It transformed into a raging torrent, spreading at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the battlefield within a radius of ten miles.

The spiritual patterns intertwined, overlapped, and rose, eventually forming a giant net in mid-air that covered the heavens and the earth. Dense runes danced at the mesh of the net, each corresponding to a player's vitality and will.

A million figures simultaneously raised their hands, and the energy surging from their palms flowed upwards along the spiritual network like rivers flowing into the sea.

They formed battle formations.

The light in the world suddenly dimmed, while the battle formations in different directions grew brighter and brighter. Finally, with a deafening explosion, they transformed into towering, illusory figures of Dharma.

At this moment, the players in the battle group are intertwined in spirit, connected in mind, and united in will.

Each generated battle formation consists of 9999 players. Each battle formation avatar is over a hundred meters tall, surrounded by crimson energy waves. The energy-formed body is covered with shimmering light spots, each of which represents a player.

As the battle formation continued to recharge, a rotating halo slowly emerged behind each illusory Dharma image.

The surface is covered with battle formation attributes, all composed of combinations of the player's life essence.

The energy ripples scattered as it rotated tore black cracks in the space, which kept healing and reappearing.

The Devouring Frenzy was like ants before these battle formations and avatars. It didn't even need to move; when the energy ripples released by the light wheel swept across, swarms of Devouring Clan warriors silently disintegrated into particles.

Even the swarm of locusts that blotted out the sky was pulverized into dust by the surging elemental energy waves the moment the illusory image of the Dharma Body raised its arm.

At this moment, the illusory images of the Dharma stood like giants supporting the sky in various parts of the battlefield, raising their hands in unison to face the dark giant hand pressing down from the sky. Each rune lit up on their body surface was filled with the radiance of countless interwoven wills.

As the dragonborn gazed up at these colossal creatures beyond comprehension, the dragon heart in their chests felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and even their souls trembled.

The multiple rules emanating from the battlefield gave it an unprecedented sense of awe.

Just then, an arm hooked around his neck, and a boastful voice rang in his ear:

"Old Yi, isn't he handsome?"

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(End of this chapter)