Hundreds, even thousands, of dragon breaths crossed through the air, instantly weaving the space ahead into a death zone. Some of the approaching Ghost Mantis Eagle-Beaked Monsters were annihilated completely under this baptism of dragon breath.
The waves of enemies that followed were also swept clean. In a short while, more than ten thousand Ghost Mantis Eagle-Beaked Monsters had fallen in battle.
Yet compared to the size of their enormous tribe, this was hardly a problem. Jin Muhai's expression was solemn. He had long since seen through the enemy's plan: they intended to use these relatively weaker Ghost Mantis Monsters to wear down their strength.
Though they knew the enemy's intentions, they had no good way to deal with them. In their haste, the dragon race's battle formation had yet to fully take shape.
The previous entanglement and slaughter had consumed too much energy. If they wanted to make the Annihilating Blood Dragon Formation as complete as possible, it truly required time.
There were no shortage of experts among the Ghost Mantis Eagle-Beaked Monsters. They could naturally see this as well, which was why they drove their lower-ranked tribesmen into one assault after another.
So long as they could tear open a gap, the swarming Ghost Mantis Eagle-Beaked Monsters behind them would inevitably come surging in without end.
Jin Muhai's gaze was cold and severe. It was true that the dragons of the secret realm were about to face calamity upon calamity, but thinking that this little assault could disrupt their formation was simply too arrogant.
Soon, Jin Muhai's expression changed. He sensed an extremely dangerous aura invading from the other side. Clearly, the enemy's scheme ran much deeper than they had anticipated.
A strange tremor came from the depths of the void, followed by a chorus of ghosts wailing