Lin Qi fell silent. Only with the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse here did he understand the true face of the Wingfolk Forbidden Region. And how could the Tiger Clan people possibly have known that the wingfolk they had fought for countless years were not living creatures at all?!
The Tiger Clan people might have believed that once they killed these wingfolk, they were truly dead for good. But they had never imagined that after the wingfolk corpses fell back into the abyss of the forbidden region, they would immediately be reassembled into brand-new puppets!
Not even an undead army could be as monstrous as the Angel Legion. An undead army still had to rely on soul-fire for control, but the Angel Legion was a puppet army without even souls. They had no concept of life or death. Their sole purpose in existing was to rely on an endless offensive to destroy every enemy before them.
While Lin Qi was lost in thought, great swarms of six-winged wingfolk had already poured forth.
The combat strength of these six-winged wingfolk was enough to make one despair. The weakest among them were roughly at the upper Heavenly rank to the peak of the Heavenly rank, yet the strongest had brazenly reached the peak Saint Master level.
In other words, on a large-scale battlefield, when facing a six-winged wingfolk, you had no idea whether it was a Heavenly-rank warrior or a Saint Master! Moreover, they were vast in scale and immense in number. Even the most brilliant commander could not accurately deploy troops and fight them with targeted tactics.
It was like a hundred six-winged wingfolk appearing before an army of ten thousand. Not the slightest aura leaked from their bodies; you had no idea whether you were facing a hundred Heavenly-rank warriors