And he had managed to muster the power of a totem: a gigantic dragon's shadow spread over the entire dragon army. This newly awakened dragon-totem power made the army, personally led by Lu Xiaotian, far more cohesive than any other force. With Lu Xiaotian at their head, the thousands of dragons had reached unprecedented heights of morale and fighting spirit.
The reason the dragons held such sway in the secret realm, inspiring deep wariness in powerful races like the Headless White Corpses of Shunli and the Windthunder Winged Qilin Beasts, was their formidable fighting strength. Even forces several times their number could rarely gain the slightest advantage over them. That was why the two races had joined forces against the dragons.
Faced with the charge of more than three thousand dragons led by Lu Xiaotian, the Qilin army, commanded by celestial-level powerhouses like Lin Dangpo and Mo Lu, had not been unwilling to resist. They simply couldn't. In the blink of an eye, thousands of dragons had stormed into their ranks and punched straight through their formation. Lin Dangpo and Mo Lu had survived with only minor injuries thanks to their subordinates' desperate efforts to protect them. Another celestial-level member of their race had not been so fortunate: the seven-colored radiance from Ying Xuanhe's Seven-Hued Moon-Inviting Pearl had torn him into more than a dozen pieces.
The charge's key effect on the Qilin army was that Lu Xiaotian and his dragons had completely thrown its formation into disarray. The casualties were secondary. The dragon army was like a massive axe, cleaving through the Qilin ranks with overwhelming force and leaving them no time to react and regroup.
Lu Xiaotian swept out a hand. Ying Xuanming, Ying Xuanque, Ao Guang, and Tuo Musheng led another eight hundred dragons into the more