97: Chapter 97: The Right Chieftain Surrenders, and the Two Armies Battle

The Right Great Danghu was in despair!

It was not because of the skeleton army behind him.

From the direction of Cloud City, a black line gradually approached like a tidal wave.

"Clack, clack, clack! Clack, clack, clack! ... Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!" The rhythmic footsteps caused the earth to change from a faint hum to a tremor.

The Qin Army was dressed in uniform black mysterious armor, and banners with white characters on black cloth stretched from one side of the horizon to the other.

"Just how many people are there?" The usually brave and tenacious Wolfmen were trembling.

The Qin Army's golden long halberds reflected a golden ocean, and the rumbling hoofbeats of the heavy cavalry on both sides sounded like muffled thunder.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Hundreds of streaks of light tore through the sky. The tearing wind was strong enough to shear off the Wolfmen's fur. Before the Wolfmen could even lower their heads, they saw those streaks of light circle back and return to the sky above them.

These streaks of light were actually a group of men in white clothes stepping on swords!

The White-Clothed Sword Cultivators, one of Zhao Feng's powerful military units, were all Spirit Rank experts with a comprehensive rating of over one hundred.

"Screech!" A dark cloud flew over from the horizon again. The dark cloud grew closer and closer, turning into dense, tiny black dots, which slowly grew into large black dots—they turned out to be large birds.

There were knights controlling these birds from their backs; this was Zhao Feng's Iron Feather Crane air force.

The Wolfmen stared blankly at this army, which, while peculiar, carried a powerful sense of threat. They had been intimidated and dared not act rashly.

"How can you say you have no clothes? I share my robes with you..." The Qin Army soldiers sang the Qin Wind loudly and began a fancy military parade in front of the Wolfmen.

After the forest formed by the long halberds blocked the perimeter of the Wolf cavalry, the Qin Army phalanxes began to show off.

There were Troll heavy infantry wielding large axes, Forest Archer legions, Repeating Crossbowman legions, Halberdiers, Tiger and Leopard Cavalry...

"We surrender! Lower the flags!" The Right Great Danghu made a prompt decision.

Clang!

Some Wolfkin threw down their weapons. Those who possessed weapons were elite Wolfmen, and these were the personal guards of the Right Great Danghu.

Since even the commander had surrendered, the Wolfkin had no morale left.

Five thousand Wolfmen with drooping heads lay on the ground. Their proud warrior hearts had been ruthlessly shattered, and they no longer had the courage to raise a hand against the Qin people.

A group of heavy-armored soldiers with white feathers stuck in their helmets firmly guarded a figure among them. "From here on, it's up to you!"

When the rear army encountered the surprise attack by the Divine Warriors, some Wolfkin had already sent out a warning signal—a shrill, rhythmic wolf howl.

In the distance, the Ruler heard the wolf howl, and his heart tightened abruptly; his ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger.

"No matter what, I must give it a try. As long as I can defeat the rebels before the enemy reinforcements arrive, there is still a chance to turn things around!"

"Priest Legion, give it your all!"

Within the opposing Mad Wolf army, one thousand dark green Wolfkin suddenly raised their hands. They drew in the air, and wisps of green smoke shot out from their fingertips, forming incredibly strange patterns in the sky.

"Appear, berserk Behemoth beasts!"

The dark green patterns were projected like lightning onto the one thousand incredibly strong Wolfmen in front of them, and then appeared between the brows of these warriors.

The dark green patterns suddenly extended countless tentacles, rolling and expanding over the Wolfmen's bodies.

These Wolfmen roared at the sky, their bodies suddenly swelling like balloons. Their leather armor and clothing were shattered, and the fur on their bodies became longer and thicker.

The Wolfmen's snouts became longer and more powerful, and they shot up from their normal height of two meters into massive monsters over six meters tall.

"Roar!"

The one thousand Wolfmen who had transformed into Behemoths launched a rapid assault.

Their massive claws were powerful and had astonishing jumping ability; with each leap, they arrived in the middle of the two armies.

"Awoo!" A roar that refused to be outdone also emerged from the opposing formation. More than four hundred small, glittering golden figures leapt out like cannonballs. Each of them wore exquisite and sturdy armor and carried weapons shimmering with divine light, meeting the Behemoth beasts head-on.

The Divine Warriors clashed with the Behemoths.

The first thing to greet the Behemoth beasts were golden light arrows fired by several Divine Warriors.

The golden streaks of light shot down several Behemoths like lightning, causing basin-sized wounds to explode, with red blood flowing out like small waterfalls.

The Behemoth beasts howled, trying to crawl up, but were shot in the head by two more light arrows from the Divine Archers, and their thick heads were torn apart in the explosion.

"Bang!" A Tiger-man Divine Warrior was swatted away like a ball, and the pale golden radiance on his armor was almost shattered.

Compared to the large Behemoth beasts, the Divine Warriors were significantly weaker in strength, so several Divine Warriors were swatted away at the first moment. However, they quickly flew back from the smoke and dust, wielding weapons imbued with pale golden divine light, and fought fiercely against the Behemoth beasts.

The Behemoth beasts had extremely tough skin; ordinary metal arrowheads found it very difficult to penetrate their defense, let alone the bronze arrowheads of the Wolf God Khanate.

However, the pale golden divine light of the Divine Warriors had a very high lethality against Behemoth warriors; even as powerful as they were, they dared not easily let such weapons touch their Physical Body.

Fortunately, the number of Behemoth beasts was more than twice that of the Divine Warriors, so for a time, they did not fall into a disadvantage.

After catalyzing the Behemoth beasts, those priests lay on the ground, extremely lethargic and having no energy left; it seemed that such catalysis was a huge burden for them.

The Divine Warriors faced the Behemoths in small squads, so the battlefield was stretched out very wide; for a time, the ordinary armies essentially lost their function.

The super warriors of both sides fought until heaven and earth seemed to crack, with dust filling the air; no one dared to cross this area to launch an attack.

Lang Yan still had some strength in reserve; he himself was also a super expert, and even facing Zhao Feng, he could exchange a few moves.

However, the pale golden divine light used by the Divine Warriors themselves originated from the Wolf God, which was his Wolf God divinity.

Likewise, catalyzing the Divine Warriors also exhausted him, and he could only watch the contest in the field with his own eyes.

Whichever side's super warriors won, that side would be the victor of this battle.

The Ruler rode his giant wolf, patrolling left and right, suppressing the anxiety and unease in his heart.

Lang Yan was expressionless, sitting quietly on the ground. His incredibly calm face made the ordinary soldiers feel extremely at ease, but only he knew what he was truly thinking.

"Bang!"

The shield, radiating pale golden divine light, resounded with a boom, and the Thunder Dragon-man wearing heavy armor let out a muffled roar.

"Kill!" Taking advantage of the Behemoth being firmly held back by the giant shield, a tall, thin man with a leopard head behind the Thunder Dragon-man thrust his spear out like lightning.

"Ssh!" The spearhead, specially crafted for armor-piercing, easily pierced into the Behemoth's abdomen.

The Leopard-kin warrior let out a great roar, withdrew his spear, and thrust it again in an upward diagonal strike.

Facing such lightning-fast speed, the Behemoth beast didn't even have time to groan before it collapsed and died.

In the rear, even more Behemoths were crowding in.

Several Behemoths looked at the figures of Behemoth beasts fighting everywhere in front of them, impatiently accelerated in a short sprint, crouched, and then jumped up violently again, actually leaping straight into the formation of the Divine Warriors.

One Divine Warrior couldn't dodge in time and was sat upon by a Behemoth, quickly being shredded by the Behemoth's thick claws.

His body turned into flying ash, but his Soul transformed into a small point of light, flying directly toward Lang Yan.

Every moment, Behemoths were dying, and occasionally, Divine Warriors were killed in battle.

As the sun gradually set in the west, both Khan-kings began to grow anxious. Watching the two super military units on the verge of mutual destruction, whoever the newly arrived reinforcements belonged to would be the final winner.

The reinforcements were late, but they finally arrived.

A black tide of people gradually spread across the horizon, with huge banners fluttering in the wind.