"Sure enough, it was useless. Gave me a fright, though. I actually thought there was something to it!" Red Fang watched his subordinates pour into the stone forest from afar and sneered disdainfully.
"Get ready! Third and fourth squads, charge in! Take Battle Demon Valley in one push. After today, Battle Demon Valley belongs to Poison Fang Fort!" the member of the Three-Eyed Race shouted excitedly, licking the corner of his mouth.
At his command, the swarming forces of Poison Fang Fort formed orderly ranks, riding huge, oddly shaped low-level creatures as they poured one after another into the forest of stone pillars that had risen from the ground.
Zhaojiya, the foremost of the Shadow Generals, watched Poison Fang Fort's charge on Battle Demon Valley with cold eyes. He nonchalantly gnawed on a fair, tender arm, blood staining the corners of his mouth, looking utterly savage.
The stone forest between the two armies covered a vast area, and even a thousand enemies pouring in at once did not make it seem crowded. As more and more enemies entered the stone forest, the first to enter were already nearing the city wall. Keluoxius, the master of Battle Demon Valley, initially stared at Han Shuo while suppressing his anger. Only when the enemies were almost upon them did he grit his teeth and command, "Get ready. Once the enemy comes close, hit them hard!"
"Mr. Han Shuo, the enemy is already at the city gates. Isn't it time to act?" Buleixiao, the peculiar, sarcastic member of another race, was still fairly composed. Even when Keluoxius, Balua, and the others had given up all hope in Han Shuo, he actually found time to ask him.
"Yes, Han Shuo, shouldn't you activate the formation?" Jiebier also looked anxiously at Han Shuo and spoke with