"People of the Dragon Nation, come meet your deaths."
The people riding the Golden Eagles trembled with rage.
What unbelievable arrogance. Who had given him the nerve to say something like that?
Mi Ling immediately lost her patience. "Chen Luo, let's go down."
Chen Luo nodded. He wasn't going to play some melodramatic savior, waiting until the Dragon Nation suffered devastating losses before stepping in to turn the tide.
At his command, the Golden Eagles began diving toward the ground.
Little Kami lost his balance and fell from more than a thousand meters up.
"Aah!"
Little Kami let out an ear-splitting wail.
The Dragon Nation's side was also furious.
Mu Hong's face was livid.
A burly man stepped forward and roared, "We won't stop fighting until the last drop of our blood is shed! If you want war, then war it is!"
A thunderous roar rose into the sky. "If you want war, then war it is!"
Some of the more hotheaded people had already begun charging toward the enemy ranks.
The Great Prophet snorted coldly and signaled for the battle to begin.
Just then, little Kami fell from the sky.
"Waaaah!"
It was Kami's first time experiencing a fall from such a height, and he screamed in terror.
The Great Prophet looked up and stared blankly. What the hell?
A little boy? And several Golden Eagles?
Kami plummeted, and the Oilheads around him scattered. Getting hit by him would be disastrous.
Headfirst, Kami fell straight onto the back of a giant turtle.
Bang!
Unable to dodge, the giant turtle screamed as even its shell shattered under the impact.
Tears sprang from Kami's eyes. It hurt so much.
But Kami only had a bit of a headache. He hadn't even bled and did nothing but cry.
Even under these circumstances,