"Alright!"
The chieftains of the various races did not refuse.
The Void Demon God flesh in the five stone boxes ahead was absorbing more and more blood, and the red glow radiating from its surface was growing increasingly intense.
Although, without the proper positional arrangement, it was impossible to form another barrier.
The growth of the Demon God flesh might bring unpredictable changes, something none of the alien race chieftains dared take lightly.
"Kill!"
At once, several races—including the Dwarves, Elves, and Goblin Clan—each dispatched at least five thousand soldiers to join the battle.
With these alien races joining in, the allied army's battle became far smoother.
Naturally, the dragons joined the fight as well.
Although only a dozen or so dragons had entered the fray, their terrifying dragon breath was the most effective killing method on the battlefield.
Each diving blast of dragon breath left behind a horrifying wall of fire stretching a hundred meters across the plaza.
Of all the races, however, one race still had not entered the battle.
That was the Beastfolk.
Although there were already forty to fifty thousand Beastfolk soldiers in the plaza, the Beast King showed no intention of sending them into action.
Seeing this, the chieftains of the other races all glanced toward the Dragon King.
The Dwarves, with their fiery tempers, immediately demanded, "Beast King, all of us have already sent our subordinates up to help."
"Why won't you let your subordinates advance?"
"Hehe, King of the Hills, with the situation as it is, the Sun God Kingdom is bound to be destroyed sooner or later."
"Besides, with you and the human allied army fighting together, it is already more than enough."
"So our Beastfolk warriors need not participate. This place is too cramped already; with too many people, it will