But she soon had no time to think about what was wrong with her, because Kostchtchie had arrived.
On the distant horizon, a gray army was rapidly closing in on Xianna and Solam's demon host.
The first to spot the army were the allied Vrocks. These demons generally served as scouts in demon armies because their eyesight was genuinely excellent. Their brains, however, were a little lacking. Upon seeing the enemy, their first reaction was not to report back to their army.
Instead, they cheered and charged at the enemy...
Well, this had been said countless times already. These were demons—demons whose brains habitually short-circuited.
Had they not considered that the sky was full of White Dragons? Could a bunch of Vrocks really win against them? They truly had no idea what death was.
Yet that was exactly what they did. Had they seen the White Dragons? They had. But so what? They wanted to fight, and no one could stop them.
Fortunately, one or two of them had not completely lost their minds. They notified the army in advance, thus fulfilling their duties, before charging resolutely toward the White Dragon host.
The outcome of the battle was destined. Vrocks were indeed powerful against mortals, but compared to White Dragons, they were inferior by far. Moreover, among the White Dragons were an ancient White Dragon and a demon lord.
Kostchtchie wielded his iceburst cold iron great hammer and viciously smashed a Vrock that flew before him into a pancake of flesh. With his other hand, he seized another Vrock by the neck and brutally twisted it apart, then let out an exhilarated roar!
Behind him, dozens of White Dragons unleashed overwhelming blasts of frost breath, freezing swathes of Vrocks into ice sculptures and sending them plummeting toward the ground like