"Officer Wu, my people can't hold on any longer!"
"What is that... they've all been wiped out?"
West Fortress of Hangzhou City.
Blazing spells flew through the air, bombarding the White Magic Falcons circling overhead.
Yet with a mere flap of their wings, the White Magic Falcons could dodge with ease.
Moreover, the White Magic Falcons' sturdy feathers, glowing with silver light, were no ordinary armor.
A massive Commander-level White Magic Falcon suddenly beat its wings fiercely, launching countless silver feathers like sharp wind blades.
"Lightning Flash!"
In an instant, a bolt of lightning tore through the air, blasting that Commander-level White Magic Falcon from the sky.
However, its razor-sharp wind feathers still wounded quite a few mages.
"Damn it!"
Wu Pingjing, who had just made his move, looked at the people crying out in panic behind him, his expression grim.
Because of the silver monarch's speed, the Sky Eagles had all been scattered.
This caused only a small number of mages to retain aerial combat capability.
Furthermore, the spells of beginner and intermediate mages had limited range, making the battle extremely difficult.
Just then, a subordinate rushed over.
"Report, Officer Wu, the White Magic Falcons' numbers..."
Wu Pingjing turned and looked westward.
He suddenly froze.
As a high-level wind mage, he felt a sense of despair at that moment.
He saw a white line rapidly approaching the western fortress from the distance.
At first glance, it was not a white line at all, but a silver tide formed by countless White Magic Falcons!
Most terrifying of all, at the front stood the demon that blocked out the sky and sun—the silver monarch's master, the Silver Sky Lord!
Watching this scene, the blazing mages thought to themselves.
Was Hangzhou City really going to be destroyed by the White Magic Falcons?