Reinforcements!
It was the tribal coalition that had been watching from the rear all this time!
They had come!
A Minotaur chieftain led the charge, his eyes bloodshot.
"Warriors! Charge with me!"
He let out a thunderous roar and smashed his enormous totem pole into the Demon Clan ranks.
Boom!
The earth split open, and more than a dozen demons were reduced to chunks of flesh on the spot.
The hundred-thousand-strong Half-Orc army held firm against the demons' charge in the center like a sharp blade.
Among them, the warriors who had received rifles had already fired every last bullet during the charge.
Now, like everyone else, they fought the demons in savage hand-to-hand combat, in the most primitive, bloodiest way.
For a time, battle cries, clashing weapons, and tearing flesh resounded across the entire plain.
The pressure on the Old Wolf King Tribe plummeted!
Up in the sky.
The tens of thousands of Winged People who had been circling and watching also moved.
The massed Winged People legion swept toward the still numerically superior Demon Clan air force like a dark cloud.
The battle instantly reached a fever pitch.
With fresh forces joining in, the tide turned in an instant.
The Demon Clan air force was split apart, surrounded, and slaughtered.
The screams of Winged Demons and the whistling of falling Gargoyles merged in the sky.
As time passed, the last Winged Demon was torn to pieces by several Winged People warriors.
The skies were finally cleared!
The tens of thousands of Winged People did not pause for a moment. They dove toward the ground and began attacking ground targets.
Most swooped down, hunting mid- and high-ranking demons on the ground with their sharp claws and the weapons they carried.
Two special Winged People, however, hovered high in the