The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

As time went on, the shadows that covered the sky expanded rapidly, as if someone had splashed a large patch of thick ink on the canvas of the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow had already advanced to the top of the Divine Xia Allied Forces.

"Chirp—!"

Suddenly, a sharp cry tore through the sky, carrying a fierce meaning.

Looking around, it was a formidable aerial force composed of giant falcons, each with a wingspan of over ten meters and feathers of a cold gray color.

Claws sharp as hooks, gleaming with a cold light.

Each of them carried an elven archer dressed in light armor and wielding a longbow.

These archers and their mounts worked in perfect harmony, their figures rising and falling with the swooping and circling of the eagles, their longbows already drawn, the arrows wreathed in cyan wind magic.

Clearly, they had been preparing for this for a long time, attempting to launch a thunderous attack from high above and tear apart the formation of the Divine Xia Allied Forces.

On the ground, many coalition soldiers couldn't help but frown.

After all, an enemy in the air is a different story for a heavy force that primarily advances from the ground.

It has always been a troublesome threat.

However, just as the elven air force was about to enter its optimal firing range, a slightly playful voice rang out from behind the army formation.

"They're finally here. I was about to fall asleep if they hadn't come out soon."

As he finished speaking, Lin Yuan slowly walked to the front of the army formation. He looked up at the flock of eagles pressing down on him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Then my body slowly rose into the air, as if I were stepping on invisible stairs.

At the same moment, a chilling aura spread out from him, and the temperature of the air dropped sharply wherever it passed.

"Since you're here, why don't you all stay?"

Lin Yuan hovered in mid-air, stretching out his hands towards the flock of eagles, his five fingers suddenly spreading wide.

"Domain of the Undead Scourge! Activate!!!"

In an instant, the space behind him shattered, and a bottomless, dark blue rift opened up out of thin air. Endless death energy surged out of the rift, accompanied by a bone-grinding sound that sent chills down one's spine.

"Roar~~!"

The next moment, one ferocious bone dragon after another shot out from the dark blue crack.

These bone dragons were enormous, with two terrifying blue soul flames burning in their eye sockets. The moment they appeared, they flapped their broken bone wings and charged toward the elven falcon troops.

The sky was instantly taken over by this army that had returned from the land of death.

"Damn it! What the hell is that thing?"

Upon witnessing this horrifying scene, the elven air captain's pupils contracted sharply, and his face was filled with horror.

Admittedly, the two sides have not yet made formal contact, but just looking at this chilling scene is enough to make one lose some courage!

"Fire arrows! Focus fire on that necromancer!"

Left with no other option, he hastily ordered an attack.

In an instant, the countless wind arrows converged into a blue torrent, sweeping towards Lin Yuan, who was suspended in the air.

However, these arrows, which were powerful enough to pierce steel, suddenly slowed down when they approached within ten meters of Lin Yuan, and were eventually blocked by an invisible barrier, falling helplessly.

On the other side, the clash between the Bone Dragon Legion and the Falcon Force was a complete massacre.

The elves' wind arrows struck the bone dragon's hard skeleton, only scattering sparks.

It cannot cause any harm.

The bluish-blue breath spewed by the bone dragons carries a curse of death; any eagle or falcon that is even slightly touched by it will have its feathers wither rapidly, and its life force will drain away at a visible speed.

Finally, it fell from the sky with a mournful cry.

A skeletal dragon swung its massive tailbone, casually sweeping it around and blasting three or four eagles that couldn't dodge in time, sending blood, flesh, and feathers flying everywhere.

Clearly, this was not an evenly matched battle at all. In front of Lin Yuan, a true saint, this air force, which was considered elite among the elves, was far too weak.

Even without him personally intervening, the Elven air force was already thrown into chaos.

In just half a minute.

The Elven air force was routed, suffering heavy casualties.

The remaining hundred or so elves riding falcons no longer cared about military orders, turned around, and fled in panic towards Falling Cloud City.

"Well done!"

Meanwhile, behind the legion, Gu Xu watched the troops advancing and couldn't help but cheer loudly.

After all, this was only the first truly coordinated operation since the Calamity Army was organized, yet it demonstrated combat capabilities far exceeding expectations.

As the legion commander, he was genuinely happy from the bottom of his heart.

However, Gu Xu was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, while the opposing elf commander was filled with despair.

Not only were the ranged arrow rain and forbidden spells easily blocked by the opponent's shield wall, but even the elven knights' flanking attack was utterly routed by a single woman.

His highly anticipated air force, which he considered his trump card, was completely wiped out by a mysterious necromancer in just half a minute.

He couldn't even see the entire enemy formation, and the troops he sent out had already suffered heavy losses.

Their own attacks were like stones sinking into the sea, failing to cause the slightest ripple, while every counterattack from the enemy brought them heavy casualties.

No one could win this battle!

The most critical thing was that in the few seconds he was lost in thought, the enemy's heavy troops moved forward another ten meters.

We're only about a hundred steps away from them now.

At this distance, it's practically face-to-face.

The enemy could throw their shields to the ground at any moment and launch a direct charge, which would inevitably lead to close combat.

The thought of those humans with physiques as strong as bears, and then looking at my own compatriots with their thin arms and legs, is truly infuriating.

The elven general felt a chill run down his spine.

They're elves; they're good at ranged magic and shooting arrows from a distance.

If you were to actually fight someone hand-to-hand, that would be like lighting a lantern in a toilet—purely courting death.

No, we can't keep fighting like this.

Subconsciously, the thought of retreating popped into his mind.

After all, their unit's mission was to buy time for the main force and their people to evacuate.

Delay does not equate to total annihilation.

It would be truly foolish to lose all of our savings just to delay things.

We must preserve our forces, wage guerrilla warfare, and fight while retreating in order to prolong the war.

Yes, that's what we'll do.

Thinking of this, the elven general came to his senses and was about to turn around and give the order.

"All troops...prepare to retreat!"

"Trying to leave?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."

The next moment, a lazy voice rang out, almost touching the back of his neck, like an ice pick that instantly pierced his brain.