At this moment, everyone's warhorses appeared extremely restless, circling continuously in place. Satan frowned. These were all horses that had seen battle—how could they be so unsettled? Then a thought suddenly entered his mind. "Could there be magical beasts here?"
The jungle guardian glanced at the sky, and his face suddenly darkened. "This is the edge of the Tyrannical Wyverns' territory. We shouldn't be attacked so easily!"
As his voice fell, the sound of enormous creatures beating their wings began to rise continuously from the surrounding forest. Sharp, piercing cries echoed endlessly through the area.
The jungle ranger's face suddenly went pale. "Damn it, this is a large tribe. There are at least a hundred Tyrannical Wyverns!"
Saga snorted coldly. "What are Tyrannical Wyverns supposed to be! With me, Saga, here, no matter how many Tyrannical Wyverns there are, they'll become my prey!"
He immediately drew his sword. As he raised his hand, countless rays of light spread from his body. These lights were not merely for show.
As the light descended, everyone felt all their attributes rise dramatically. This was also a power Saga possessed. Although he mainly cultivated offensive magic, he had also learned quite a few group-enhancement spells.
Back when he fought shoulder to shoulder with Mu and Aldebaran, such spells could often change the course of battle. Just as he cast the spell, a shadow suddenly swept across the sky.
A foul wind rushed in as an enormous Tyrannical Wyvern dived straight down from above. This was the usual attack method of Tyrannical Wyverns; almost none of the hundreds would do anything different. Saga suddenly let out an angry roar, and the white radiance emanating from his body began to churn violently, becoming almost tangible.
With a cold laugh, he shot into the sky. He swung