East of the lion, thrilled by the humans' unusual fate, charged with even greater vigor toward the guards. "Haha... wonderful! Wonderful! Chuanlian Che is dead—died well, died well!" Chuanlian Shan laughed heartily. How could it not be impressive? Even now, he couldn't withstand this powerful beast. "You're all going to die!" Liang Ming, Li Huo, and the others were furious, drawing their long swords to attack the advancing creature. Before they even reached Chuanlian Shan, the sun-like beast snatched Liang Ming with its long trunk and hurled him several paces away. “This… this is unbelievable. What on earth is going on?” “Are we really going to face such powerful forces?” “This… this…” The scene now is completely out of control—no one has ever witnessed such a formidable gathering, and all are in awe. Chenglian Shan stared at the sheer number of dragons gathered to assist them. “Mother, were these also the creatures Mother-in-law Muzhen summoned?” she asked, turning to inquire. Wang Lan frowned, puzzled. Muzhen had mentioned only a dozen high-level creatures, and a group of junior bird-type beasts—yet here stood a whole contingent of serpents, far surpassing even the high-level ones behind her! Muzhen had been her childhood companion, and since marrying a senior elder of the Dark Magic Clan, she had grown adept at commanding many of their creatures. But these serpents felt distinctly different from the typical Dark Magic Clan beasts. She watched them, her heart pounding—each one seemed capable of delivering a fatal bite should she be struck. Bai Bing turned her head to gaze at the serpents, their mouths curling with a bloodthirsty gleam. Their battlefield had now shifted—no longer were they fighting, but rather, the beasts were now pitted against one another. "Xiao Yan, stay inside the protective dome. Don't come out." Bai Bing glanced at Xielian Xuan, who stood within the dome, his eyes vacant, staring in wide-eyed terror at Donglin Shi. Her gaze flickered, then settled on Donglin Shi. Her clarity—her strength—would not die. Not ever! "Incredible... Yes, it seems they're truly helping us..." "They're genuinely helping us—really helping us..." "Really helping us..." After the initial shock, as they saw the targets of the beasts' attacks, the soldiers grew excited. The thunder-beasts—Lei Ming, Lei Huo, Lei Xiao, and Lei Yun—also stared in wide-eyed astonishment. Though they had never witnessed such grand displays of battle before, today's scene left them speechless. Thousands of serpents, dozens of high-tier beasts confronting only a few, each roar sending shockwaves across the battlefield. "Mother, this... these beasts aren't ours," said Chilian Shan, his eyes wide. The battle now seemed clear—so many serpents, each capable of claiming a life in a single breath. The beasts were too powerful; even a single move could claim the lives of a dozen soldiers. Their own beasts were only a handful. While they had once believed they had a chance to win, now, the thought of victory seemed utterly impossible. "Shan-er, seize the moment and make your escape—keep the mountain green, and you won't fear the lack of wood." Wang Lan also sensed the urgency of the situation—without a clear victory, she would retreat, and then, with countless dark monsters from the Umqi clan joining her, she would fear she wouldn’t secure the capital. At the same time, Dong Lin Shi was excited, as though he hadn’t gotten his fill of battle, and turned toward the serpent group. Gales swept through, white ice radiating a fierce aura, and White Ice stepped forward to block Dong Lin Shi’s path. “Your opponent is me!” a cold, frosty voice resonated, filled with fierce intensity and overwhelming rage. Dark clouds loomed overhead, thunder rolling continuously in the sky, and the thick scent of blood surged, sweeping across the battlefield. “Hooohh…” blocked by the path, Dong Lin Shi roared, unable to believe that such a small human dared to challenge him—watch him tear through his body like a storm of shrieks! With a mighty downward swipe of his massive paw, White Ice’s figure flashed past, barely missed. A cold smile curled at her lips. As her lowered head suddenly lifted, a surge of deadly aura erupted—cold, terrifying, like a Shura from the underworld. Her eyes flashed with wild, cruel bloodlust, the layers of blood-red light rippling like waves. She would drink her essence and then tear her open, limb by limb! "Die!" Her voice, as cold as a demon's, radiated ruthless intensity, each word carrying the absolute weight of slaughter. East-Lin Lion, startled by her sudden scorn, felt a powerful surge of energy—so strong that even her six-tiered, elite beast grew cold. This human... The faint smile on Bai Ice's lips vanished. With a swift motion, she twisted her long sword handle, and before East-Lin Lion could react, the paw that had just struck her separated from her body. Everyone stared in awe—how powerful! Truly powerful! East-Lin Lion's paw was as thick as a century-old elder's arm—several people could barely wrap their arms around it—and yet, Bai Ice's single slash had cleanly severed it. God of heaven! "Aaaah…!" Donglin Lion, having its front paws severed, cried out in agony. Retreating several steps, it steadied itself and faced the tiny human before it, its fury overwhelming, powerful魔兽 air currents radiating outward. This small human—it was going to be eaten. With a massive mouth full of blood, Donglin Lion charged straight at Bai Ice. Bai Ice met the charge, her sword piercing through the lion's upper jaw, then executed a graceful reverse, standing upright on the lion's body, gripping the lion's mane with one hand and delivering a second, piercing strike through the upper part of its head. "Aaaah…!" Donglin Lion roared, its head violently shaking, its entire body swaying in response—so intense that the very ground beneath them trembled.