Ordinarily, when an army of more than a hundred thousand launched an attack, it should spread its formation across several kilometers to ensure its own safety.
The Iron Blood Brotherhood, meanwhile, should have relied on magic arrays above the god tier for defense and fought the enemy across different areas.
Neither side made such arrangements this time. The main reason was that the chieftains of the Blue Stone Race, Ice Giant Race, and other races believed that humanity's small force and weak strength could be steamrolled by a legion mainly composed of Lower God Tier warriors. Thus, they had all gathered within an area less than five kilometers wide.
Lu Yang led forty-eight thousand soldiers in a charge that filled this less-than-five-kilometer stretch perfectly, sparing them the trouble of guarding against enemy ambushes from both flanks.
"Kill them! Don't let them get close! Stop them with your strongest spells!" the chieftains of the Silver Frost Race, Ice Giant Race, Blue Stone Race, and other races roared madly.
The hundred and fifty thousand allied soldiers of the various ice races also reacted, unleashing ice spells one after another. With the blizzard aiding them in the sky, their ice spells became easier to cast, and their power increased by more than thirty percent.
Terrifying ice spikes, freezing mist at minus one hundred degrees, ice rain laced with illusions—the strongest attacks came from the three chieftains.
The Silver Frost Race chieftain released mist that reached minus one hundred and fifty degrees. The Ice Giant Race chieftain transformed into an even more powerful ice giant, while the Blue Stone Race chieftain fired low-temperature aurora from his chest at more than one hundred degrees below zero.
They were all god-tier spells. Even ordinary mid-tier races from another world could not have endured such a barrage,