On the battlefield, countless players moved with professional, practiced precision, pinning dead—and even not-yet-dead—Dark Spirit Soldiers and beasts into the mud and harvesting materials on the spot.
On the city wall, several surviving Star Spirit Race veterans looked down at the horrifying scene below. They trembled all over, their stomachs churning.
"G-General..." A Star Spirit soldier's teeth chattered. "I still have my doubts. Are they really Father God's Kinfolk? Why are they... even more brutal than the Dark Spirit Race?"
The Star Spirit Commander gripped his sword hilt tightly. Looking at the savage, terrifying "Titan Kin" below, cold sweat covered his forehead as well.
He could only swallow hard. "Don't look... As long as they're killing Darklings, they're our benefactors..."
Ten thousand meters above the ground.
The Dark Spirit Race higher-ups, who had originally been tasked with suppressing Silver Moon City's elders, had now fallen into impotent rage.
Silver Moon City had never possessed much strength to begin with. Only two Tier Four elders had been holding on desperately. They had been kicked around in the sky like a ball by the Dark Spirit Race's Tier Four powerhouses, battered all over and barely clinging to life.
If the Dark Spirit Race priests had not needed to free up their hands to maintain the grand formation sealing the city, the two of them would have nearly perished.
But with the arrival of reinforcements, the two fused [Thunder Messengers] stood in the sky like war gods, and the situation instantly reversed!
Lightning scoured the earth while chaos surged.
Several Tier Four High Priests of the Dark Spirit Race in the skies looked at the million-strong army collapsing across the board below, then at the Divine Imperial Guards before them, whom they simply could not contend with. The last trace of luck in