As the infected Vajra King Monkeys continued to die, the battle line kept advancing.
The closer they drew to the Divine Kingdom Core, the stronger the resistance became.
Large numbers of Foundation Establishment Vajra King Monkeys began joining the battlefield.
They were enormous, with sinews and bones like iron. Their raw physical strength alone was enough to tear apart mountain rock.
Their defenses were even more astonishing. Aside from the War Weapon, ordinary Spellcraft could barely break through their defenses.
Even magical bombardments unleashed by Foundation Establishment cultivators could only stir faint ripples across their bodies.
Only coordinated formation firepower and the long-range arrows of Elven Warriors could truly pose a lethal threat to them.
Yang Fan watched the scene quietly, a faint trace of envy flashing through his eyes.
This kind of purely combat-oriented racial talent was truly absurdly powerful.
Among all the geniuses he had seen, only Ma Huainan's SS-Class War God Physique could contend with them head-on.
"No wonder so few Alien Demigods in third-tier regions dare to provoke them."
Yang Fan's tone was calm.
"If we truly relied on believers to fight them head-on, even I might not necessarily win."
The reason he could utterly crush them now was fundamentally because of his vast number of S-Class War Weapons. Put bluntly, he was simply throwing money at the problem.
It was like they were still an agricultural civilization while he was already wielding a Gatling gun.
Even if they were all special forces soldiers, they would still be no match for his ordinary believers.
"Yang Da, order Yang Si to raise the war authorization and have him end this Divine Kingdom War as quickly as possible," Yang Fan said indifferently.
"Yes, Master."
Yang Da immediately relayed the order to the Frontline.
At that moment, on the