A shadowy dragon nearly a hundred meters long swooped down from the clouds, its dragon breath withering the wooden statue's vine barrier instantly; three death overseers wearing bone crowns tread through the black mist, with a wave of their death scythes, dozens of warriors were stripped of their lifeforce and turned into dried corpses; and a group of blade demons, resembling mantises, their forelimbs sharper than alloy battle sabers, carved deep marks into the wooden statue's trunk.
New demons surged endlessly from the darkness, while the forces of the united army steadily dwindled, fighting fewer against many, pressure akin to an ever-pressing boulder suffocated everyone.
Casualty numbers soared rapidly, with entire squads swallowed by demons, horrific screams echoed across the battlefield.
Qin Tian maintained two void gates, his face pale as paper, large beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks.
