Everyone, Stop Right There

The battle between the Wing God Clan and the Allied Forces quickly entered its white-hot stage.

Screams and roars mingled together, accompanied by the clashing of weapons and the tearing of flesh.

Purplish-red blood sprayed through the air, and dragon limbs flew everywhere.

Even more Dragon Breeds lay on the ground, not yet dead, struggling desperately.

Large numbers of Allied Forces soldiers fell, while roughly a dozen Allied Forces soldiers had to die to take down a single Wing God soldier.

Before launching this war, Yuan Tan had already figured out how to defeat the powerful Wing God soldiers.

That was to bury the powerful Wing Gods beneath sheer numbers.

If one was not enough, then three. If three were not enough, then ten, a hundred! As for itself, it would join the three clan generals in resisting the most powerful Wing God Holy Lord.

It did not seek to kill or defeat the Holy Lord, because it knew that was impossible. The Holy Lord, who occupied the entire Mother God Pool, was incomparably powerful, with no equal under heaven.

As long as they held back the Holy Lord and prevented him from slaughtering Allied Forces soldiers in great numbers, they would have succeeded.

And indeed, the war unfolded just as Yuan Tan had expected.

If this trend continued, the Wing God Clan's enslaving rule would be utterly overthrown today.

Boom—

It raised its giant hammer and blocked the Wing God Holy Lord's strike once more. An immense force surged through the hammer, sending it flying far away again.

Pfft!

This time, it could no longer hold back and violently spat out a mouthful of purplish-red blood.

After landing, it rolled once, quickly steadied itself, and flew up again. Spitting blood, it laughed loudly. "Worthy of the Wing God Holy