The dome of the Fourth Abyss was extremely high. In some places, it rose a full thirty li overhead, so looking up at the rocky vault within the Fourth Abyss did not feel confining in the slightest. Of course, such vast space also gave those flying Magic Beasts the chance to unleash their full capabilities.
Amid a thunderous flap-flap-flap, a thousand golden griffins beat their thirty-meter wings and shot straight into the sky. Riding on their backs were Magic Beast knights clad in heavy armor, gripping specially made eight-meter lances in their hands.
Behind every Magic Beast knight sat an archer in soft leather armor. They wielded specially made powerful bows. The most elite among them could fire one hundred and twenty pure-steel arrows over a meter long in a single minute, unleashing a terrifying rain of arrows.
These golden griffins were gifts the God of Punishment had given Arthur. Otherwise, with Arthur's resources in the Gallic Empire, never mind whether he could afford to feed these voracious behemoths—he simply could not have gathered enough high-level golden griffins.
Unlike other motley griffins, golden griffins were the kings of the griffin race. They possessed greater strength, faster flight, and stronger physical defenses. More importantly, they could wield the innate magic of blazing fire and lightning, making them powerful Magic Beasts skilled in both magic and martial combat.
A thousand golden griffin knights—this was now the strongest and most elite cavalry force under Arthur's command.
Wang Zong's successive surprise attacks had thoroughly enraged Arthur. He intended to make Wang Zong suffer for it. At the same time, he planned to ride the momentum and seize Wang Zong's castle in one stroke, smashing this tiger blocking his path.
If he could not even defeat an army made up of abyssal creatures, how could