As the Dragon Prince charged in with the Primordial Red Dragon, the other dragons and Dragonfolk followed in droves.
Enormous dragons swooped down from the sky, opening their jaws to spew endless flames.
In an instant, fire blazed throughout Firefly Grass City.
The people were utterly desperate.
With the city recruiting soldiers these past few days, they had thought it was to defend against the warlike plants of other forests.
They had never imagined that dragons would be coming for them!
Inside the barracks.
The four newly recruited lord-level mutant beasts hurried onto the roof of a towering building to assess the enemy.
"Over ten lord-level dragons, and a king-level one!"
"To hell with fighting this. I'm out of here."
Ignoring the Dragonfolk cannon fodder, the Greenleaf Swordsman counted the powerful enemies, fear written all over his face.
The Corpse Flower Spirit sighed softly. "Even a king-level dragon has shown up. I'm leaving too."
The Thorn King Deer said worriedly, "It's an invasion by the Dragon Race from the Otherworldly Plane."
"If this is only their vanguard, the entire Twilight Forest will probably fall."
They had all settled in the Twilight Forest for its peace.
Otherwise, with their lord-level strength, they could have lived comfortably by joining another forest.
They just hadn't expected their fairy-tale lives in the Twilight Forest to end here.
Just as everyone, from lord-level mutant beasts to ordinary citizens, prepared to flee in panic.
A tremendous surge of life energy rippled outward, startling the Dragonfolk Army as they burned, killed, and plundered.
The next moment, an enormous Giant Wood Wrath Buddha appeared in an open space.
Zhuo Jun stood on the Wrath Buddha's shoulder, holding a Peekaboo Flower in her arms.
Seeing the people of the Twilight Forest ravaged by flames, her face filled with anger.