Though the Dragon Clan was powerful, it bred far too slowly. Compared with the entire Immortal Realm, it was still pitifully weak, and its limited strength left Wen Yan no room for reckless fighting.
"Break through the enemy formation first," Wen Yan barked. Jin Tong and Wen Tingdao changed their moves at once. There was no way they could take Ye Su down in a short time, so for now they had to focus their efforts elsewhere.
The boundless ocean formed by sword intent, together with the enormous hammer shadows, blasted through the gap Wen Yan had cleaved open.
They made no attempt to wound Ye Su. Instead, they aimed their attack at the main force of the Red-Faced Yaksha army across from them.
If Ye Su led his troops in a head-on defense, he would bear the brunt of the attack. The demon lords might be able to evade its sharp edge, but the other Yaksha clansmen were not capable of that.
Wen Yan, Jin Tong, and Wen Tingdao were now the sharpest spearpoints. Their fearsome edge instantly overwhelmed the Yaksha army's momentum.
The Dragon Clan's entire battle formation had more than just those three powerhouses. Behind them, Black Dragon, Ying Xuanming, Ao Ming, Zi Luo, Muye Hongchen, and the others each led a contingent in a fierce charge.
After fighting for so long on the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, they had followed Lu Xiaotian and gained a vast amount of fortune. The Dragon Clan's Primordial Spirit realm ranks had been greatly bolstered.
Their greatest losses had come in the last battle in the Sky-Shadow Clan's secret realm. But since then, more of their number had advanced, so the Dragon Clan still retained a sizeable force of powerful warriors.
Though they had no Dragon Lord, the Dragon Clan held a clear