Lu Yang had come this time to stop the Three-Faced Clan from forcing them into battle. Smiling, he said, "My army is already on the way. Don't worry. We advance and retreat together."
"Everything will be according to your arrangements." Algayer let out a sigh of relief and resolutely stood at Lu Yang's side.
Half an hour later.
Muddy Wine, Bai Shi, and the others arrived with the Iron Blood Brotherhood's main force. There were a hundred thousand warriors in total. Aside from the Dragonkin legion, every third-order or higher warrior in the Iron Blood Brotherhood who could fight had arrived.
"Set up the magic arrays where you are and prepare for battle."
"Make sure there are no blind spots. Everyone, be thorough."
"All Elf Race and Hasta Race warriors, enter the various arrays and prepare to release magic power to maintain the arrays' strength."
Muddy Wine, Bai Shi, and the others swiftly led the Elf Race in reinforcing Baishan City's magic arrays. These were defensive arrays taught by the Moon Goddess. The more people joined them, the greater their defensive power became. They were arrays where quantitative change led to qualitative change. Take the five hundred thousand people of the Elf Race, Hasta Race, trolls, and other races as an example: if they all poured their magic power into the arrays together, they could withstand a full-force strike from a lower god. If the opponent were at Demigod Tier, it would be impossible to break through without attacking for more than half an hour. But once such an array was broken, all five hundred thousand people would die from exhaustion!
Lu Yang slowly flew into the sky and stopped above the array. If the Three-Faced Clan sent an expert to force them into battle, that person would at