A sharp gleam flashed in Taotie's eyes, but then he shook his head.
"No."
"This thing has a master. It would be hard to digest."
"But once I kill you, that will do."
"Red Dragon, join me in killing this man. Once this Blood Dragon phantom returns, everything that happened before will be forgiven."
Taotie turned toward Red Dragon beside him and spoke with some excitement.
Red Dragon lowered his head slightly, a thoughtful look flashing through his eyes. After a moment, he slowly nodded. "Deal!"
"One against two?"
Zhong Yushu was already advanced in years, his face aged, yet excitement still shone in his eyes as he tightened his grip on his spear.
"Formation, rise! Autumn Slaughter!"
"Golden Armor!"
Killing intent surged, gathering around him once more to form golden armor.
As the golden armor formed, still more golden light spilled down from the air and fell to the ground, feeding back into the soldiers as though coating them all in a layer of gold.
For a time, the soldiers' fighting strength rose by another twenty percent. Against the God Race of the Demon Domain, they even seemed to hold a slight upper hand.
"Warriors, into the mountains!"
Taotie shouted during a brief opening in midair.
On the horizon, one Taotie after another appeared, charging toward the deep mountains, accompanied by no small number of their vassal tribes.
These sudden reinforcements would directly tip the balance on the battlefield in the deep mountains.
Zhong Yushu's expression remained unchanged, as though he had not seen the scene before him at all. His attacks grew increasingly ferocious, fighting as though trading his life for theirs. His golden armor was shattered several times and reformed several times.
By comparison, Taotie's and Red Dragon's injuries looked rather gruesome.
But with their powerful vitality,