Decapitation; Victory; Surprise

The great battle between the Human Race and the Birdman Race had officially begun.

Watching the somewhat chaotic battlefield, Professor Confucius did not hurry. After narrowing his eyes and observing the battle for a while, he slightly stirred his thoughts.

Then, another Professor Confucius appeared beside him.

The avatar bowed slightly to the original before flying toward where Professor Shu Zi was.

Seeing that Professor Confucius did not seem anxious about the situation, Zhang Zhi's initially restless state of mind gradually calmed down.

Once he had calmed down and carefully observed the situation on the battlefield, he realized that he had actually been worrying needlessly.

The Birdman Race's attack had looked fierce, but it was merely a castle built on sand—intimidating in appearance but fragile in reality.

What was the most important area on the battlefield?

There was no need to say it. Naturally, it was the area where several Main God Realm experts were fighting.

No matter how lively the battles elsewhere looked, they were ultimately only minor skirmishes.

As long as the Human Race's two professors killed the Birdman Race's two Main God Realm experts, they would naturally be free to deal with the Birdman Race's other cultivators.

If the Birdman Race's current trump card was that unusual formation, then they were basically at the end of their struggle.

Once the two professors were free, the Birdman Race's defeat would enter its countdown.

For the two professors, dealing with the Birdman Race's Main Gods would not take much effort.

Zhang Zhi estimated that, at most, the professors would need another day to deal with their opponents.

That was under the condition that the two professors did not summon their avatars.

No wonder Professor Confucius was not anxious. He had only summoned one avatar to assist Shu Zi and