The three dragons who had been called out had each been dealing with their own enemies.
Yet all three abandoned their opponents in unison and charged at the Ancient Four-Winged Angel.
The three dragons were powerful, all the more so together, but they still fell somewhat short of the Ancient Four-Winged Angel, even after he had dropped to demigod rank, and were severely suppressed.
With their strength removed from the rest of the battlefield, a gap also opened up among its powerful combatants.
As a result, the other powerful fighters on the elves' side, and even their soldiers, remained under pressure everywhere and suffered horrific casualties.
Their overall morale, especially that of the Bloodline Powerhouses, hovered on the brink of collapse.
"No! Even this isn't enough!"
As Xiluo dealt with a new peak Ancient Angel, he inwardly cursed the situation.
When it came to this war...
Aside from the elves themselves, no one wanted to see the Elf Clan defeated less than he did!
For that reason, he had to put his mind to work at full capacity, searching for a countermeasure.
His gaze swept toward the distant horizon, at least three to five hundred kilometers away, where a group of powerful figures had yet to join the fighting.
Every one of them was watching the show, without the slightest intention of joining in.
These bastards... were they planning to reap the rewards after both sides fought? Or were they simply enjoying the show?
No, I have to drag some of them into this.
Otherwise, we'll still lose this war in the end!
Xiluo's eyes flashed. He glanced at some of the leaders of the Three Gods Church, then looked into the distance and roared:
"Everyone from the Eternal Empire!
"If you won't act now, when will you?
"Once the