Golden light blazed all around, and Wen Yan transformed into her five-clawed golden dragon true form. Her long, slender golden body rampaged back and forth through the snake-headed army, leveraging her formidable attack and defense to scatter death at an astonishing speed.
At the same time, Wen Yan also bore a massive volume of attacks. Sharp snake spears struck her body one after another, and with the sheer frequency of blows, she inevitably felt a needle-like pain rippling across her frame.
Under ordinary circumstances, Wen Yan possessed no fewer than ten ways to evade these attacks. She had the ability to do so, yet she could not.
The gravity between these eighteen dark golden mountains was exceptionally terrifying, and the number of dragon armies caught in its influence was vast.
In the blink of an eye, over a dozen dragons had their bodies pierced by snake spears, and this scale of casualties was expanding rapidly.
If she drew back to evade, judging by the intensity of just the previous wave of attacks, at least several hundred clansmen would likely fall.
It was no easy feat for the dragon race to develop to its current scale. Those dispatched this time who could form the Mighty Dragon Battle Formation were the elite among them; every death was one less, and replenishing them later would not be nearly so easy.
Even if she suffered certain injuries, Wen Yan had to allow as many clansmen to survive as possible.
Piercing shrieks rang out continuously as two more dragons were impaled. The blood of these two dragon warriors instantly drenched their entire bodies, yet both men still gripped their snake spears to the death, buying time for the clansmen beside them.
Bang, bang, bang! Dragon warriors nearby swung dual hammers, seizing the opportunity to smash