The legion commanders of the three races ran at the very front. All of them were third rank, possessing the immense magic power second-rank fighters lacked, enough to support more than eight hours of running at such high speed.
"Damn it, by the time we run to the battlefield, we won't have any strength left to fight." Boreizhi, the Rock Clan's Legion Commander, cursed furiously as he ran.
Kao Ensi, chieftain of the Troll Race, shot Boreizhi a sideways glance and said as he ran, "If the battle ahead is lost, our races will face extinction. Do you want all your people to die here?"
"Who needs your nonsense? Damn Elf Race." Boreizhi cursed resentfully and continued running forward.
Karick ran with the greatest ease because he rode a skeletal Ground Dragon. He held a purple skull in one hand and a five-meter dragon lance in the other as he said coldly, "Stop arguing. Our three races are locked in a bitter battle ahead. We don't have much time."
"No, you don't have any time left." Zhuojiu's voice echoed through the valley.
"Who?" Karick cried in alarm, hurriedly stopping his Ground Dragon mount and looking around. Before he could react, a golden ray shot from a nearby hillside to his right and soared into the sky.
Boom
The golden light exploded in the air. In an instant, countless arrows, vines, and Wooden Thorns filled the road. Trolls in the middle of the three-race army were struck by arrows coated with Scorpion Men venom and collapsed, while Rock Clan warriors were bound by tough Vine Entanglement and unable to move.
At the very front, Karick transformed into a hundred-meter-tall skeletal general in a furious instant. Yet before he could act, holy light suddenly illuminated several kilometers around them. Two hundred Holy