Ai Mo's little face was drawn tight. She glanced at the two good friends she had made lately and grumbled indignantly, "The Elven Clan's hypocrisy is disgusting. The gods have already ordered a ceasefire, yet they actually launched an attack on the Dragon Mountain Empire!"
Ais Te laughed coldly and mercilessly. "Ignore those Elven Clan gods. We're no match for them. As long as we clean up these lackeys, they won't be able to stay hidden forever!"
A pale-green vortex silently appeared high in the sky. The souls of the slain rangers and wild tree spirits rose into the air, about to be drawn into that pale-green whirlpool. But Etris expressionlessly extended her two snowy-white, tender little hands. A faint black halo radiated from her palms, and a pitch-black, black-hole-like vortex abruptly appeared before her.
Etris forcibly seized thousands of powerful souls and poured them all into a transparent black crystal sphere. Then a faint smile curled her lips. "Later, let's go to a pig farm and find lots and lots of little piglets, then put them all into the piglets' bodies! Those little piglets will become very smart. They'll be so much fun!"
Excitement flashed through both Ais Te and Ai Mo's eyes. The two equally vicious young girls stared with immense enthusiasm at the crystal sphere in Etris's hand.
Shouts of battle surged into the heavens. Although the rangers and wild tree spirits had suffered considerable casualties, they still fearlessly launched a desperate assault on the Dragon Mountain Imperial Capital. The guards stationed at the capital's four gates were slaughtered to the last man, and the fastest dual-blade rangers and falcon rangers were already cheering as they charged into the long gate passages of the Dragon Mountain Imperial Capital.
Cries of battle erupted simultaneously from civilian houses near