At that moment, the Dragon Wolf Riders advanced like a slowly moving mountain, crushing the opposing Flame Spirit army into one retreat after another wherever they passed.
The enemy fell into chaos. Those who retreated quickly were battered and disheveled, but at least they managed to escape with their lives.
Those who were a little slower were shattered, bodies and flames alike, beneath the Dragon Wolf Riders' blades. Even the Primordial Spirits fleeing from the Flame Spirits were cowed by the battle formation's killing intent, or shaken apart by the Dragon Wolf Riders' howls.
At the rear of the Flame Spirit army, a burly man clad in purple armor watched the Dragon Wolf Riders' formation with a gloomy expression, his brow furrowed.
With their clan chief personally holding the rear, he was not too worried for the moment. But the Dragon Wolf Riders' formation before him had truly startled him.
The enemy's charge seemed slow, yet its suppressive effect was extraordinary. Even he, a powerful demon lord, felt as if war drums were pounding in his heart, and the shock was considerable.
As the Dragon Wolf Riders steadily advanced, the Flame Spirit Clan could put up no decent resistance wherever they passed. Their blades cut through not only the demon bodies of the Flame Spirit warriors, but also their confidence and morale.
If left unchecked, a local defeat would quickly turn into a rout across the entire battlefield.
Yan Chongshan gave a cold snort and slowly floated forward to meet the Dragon Wolf Riders' formation.
As Yan Chongshan personally entered the fray, it seemed that something beneath the rippling purple-red sea of flames had been opened. A savage, violent aura surged from the depths of the flame sea.
Splash, splash!
One after another, enormous purple kun covered in tentacles rose