Ganging Up

Yuwen swiftly led the army out once more, and the soldiers charged the dark elf city walls with howls.

During this time, it was not only Yuwen's forces that had suffered grievous losses. The dark elves within the city had not had it easy either.

These dragonkin possessed decent strength and equipment. In terms of overall power, Yuwen's forces still held the advantage.

Even with the dark elves relying on the city's defenses, the casualty exchange rate between the two sides was nearly even.

When the kobolds and draconic creatures attacked again, the defenders atop the walls felt unbearably heavy-hearted.

During this period, the spider elves on the walls had suffered far greater casualties. These Gold-rank warriors were always at the very front of the battle.

With the dragons in the sky occasionally diving to bombard them or launching targeted spell-like attacks, the spider elves, who lacked air superiority, could be killed by dragons with a single moment of carelessness.

Yuwen appeared in the sky, covered in wounds, and let out a long dragon roar.

"Roar!!!"

"Blackskins, hurry up and call your master out to take a beating!"

Yuwen circled above the city, boasting shamelessly.

Inside a temple within the city, Xila stood there. Her face was full of exhaustion, and she bore no small number of wounds.

Yet those injuries had not been inflicted by Yuwen. They were the result of the servant god's descent.

Xila felt wave after wave of unease. She did not know how much longer she could hold on.

Every descent of the servant god placed severe pressure upon her body. If the intervals between descents had been longer, then divine descent would instead have been beneficial to a priest.

The arrival of high-energy will and divine power would aid Xila's cultivation.

But too much