106: Chapter 106 The Wang Family's Thousand-Mile Steed

Finally, after the middle defense line was torn open with countless gaps due to its cumbersome nature, they arrived at the innermost layer!

Facing the Raven Flock directly!

Over two thousand ravens were swooping toward them crazily!

More than half of the ravens were only Bronze Rank.

But the terrifying thing was that those ravens possessed intelligence.

Unlike the fierce beasts from before, which only fought on their own and charged around blindly.

Instead, through the communication of those shrill screeches, they formed an interception with organization, formation, and tactics!

Furthermore, they would summon the fierce beasts chasing from behind to coordinate with them.

Suddenly, the three hundred ravens at the very front released their Ink Feathers simultaneously!

Those pitch-black feathers, like arrows, shot rapidly toward the Beast Tamers in the second echelon!

Three hundred compared to the thirty-plus Beast Tamers was far too many; the coverage area of three hundred Ink Feathers was also large enough that it was impossible to dodge completely!

Thwip, thwip, thwip!

A dozen or so Beast Tamers were struck by the Ink Feathers, and dozens of wounds instantly appeared on their bodies!

Moreover, after the Ink Feathers attacked, they formed a dense mist.

Adding more variables to the battlefield.

But they gritted their teeth and continued to charge forward!

The second wave of Ink Feathers struck again!

Another dozen people were hit!

The third wave!

The fourth wave!

With every wave of Ink Feathers, people were injured, people were slowed down, and people fell!

But those remaining were still charging!

They endured those Ink Feathers and endured that pain—

Finally, after paying the price of over twenty casualties—

Wang Zhuo charged in front of the Raven King!

At this moment.

The distance between the two was less than one hundred meters.

And the silver Ink Feather Mist on the Raven King's body had almost completely dissipated.

Wang Zhuo's figure rose and fell within the thinning mist.

He stood on the back of the Silver-Patterned Peacock, his silver battle armor covered in blood—some his own, some from the ravens.

His breathing was somewhat rapid, the hand holding his sword trembled slightly, and a thread of hellfire from a Dark-type Flame Demon Sparrow was still wrapped around his arm, burning it crazily.

But after shaking off the hellfire, his back stood straight.

In terms of appearance, Wang Zhuo was truly impeccable.

His gaze was fixed firmly ahead.

There, the Raven King was hovering one hundred meters away.

It had a deep wound on its left chest; that was the wound left behind by the City Lord's Flying Tiger.

Dark red blood was still dripping from that wound; the residual energy of the Bright Moon Level could not be dispelled in a short time.

However, even so, it was not dead yet.

Its pair of scarlet eyes stared fixedly at Wang Zhuo, filled with resentment and killing intent.

One man and one avian, they stood in a standoff across the air just like that.

At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to have quieted down.

Those humans and fierce beasts engaged in frenzied slaughter, those Gold Rank Beast Tamers fighting in a bloody battle, those garrison troops still struggling to hold on.

Countless gazes were cast toward the sky.

Cast toward those two figures in a standoff.

Because everyone knew that the outcome of this battle would determine the direction of the entire war situation.

If the Raven King died, the Raven Flock would collapse, the city defense system would be preserved, and the beast tide would be suppressed once again.

If the Raven King lived, everything would be over.

"That is... Wang Zhuo!"

"It is the Wang Family's Wang Zhuo! The number one person below Starlight!"

"He has killed his way to the Raven King!"

"We are saved! We are saved!"

From various defense zones, countless Beast Tamers let out excited shouts.

Those people who had originally been in despair saw the light of hope reignited in their eyes.

And in various fortresses and strategic bases, those long-range monitoring devices were all aimed at that silver figure in the sky at this moment.

The high-definition cameras zoomed in, clearly presenting every one of his movements on the screens.

Fengling City General Staff Headquarters.

In front of the massive holographic screen, the Chief of Staff stared fixedly at that figure, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging from tension.

"Wang Zhuo..." he muttered, "it all depends on you."

Various underground air-raid shelters in Fengling City.

All the ordinary citizens hiding away were also gathered in front of televisions, watching the footage transmitted from the surveillance, everyone silent, their gazes burning.

In a Silver Rank crystal core tower somewhere in the Inner City.

Jiang Ruowei was exhausted, and with the assistance of two Silver Rank Beast Tamers, she was operating the Silver Rank crystal core tower, attacking those fierce beasts attempting to climb over the Inner City walls.

But at this moment, she also stopped and looked up at the sky.

The standoff between Wang Zhuo and the Raven King was also clearly visible with the aid of the crystal core tower's targeting system.

Jiang Ruowei looked at that silver figure, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

Wang Zhuo.

She knew him.

The Wang Family's Prize Colt, twenty-eight years old and quasi-Starlight, the champion of the military competition for three consecutive years.

An invincible existence below Starlight.

If he makes a move, it should... work, right?

She took a deep breath and threw herself back into the battle.

But her peripheral vision never left that patch of sky.

...

In the air, Wang Zhuo seemed to sense everyone's gaze.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he flicked his long sword lightly, and a brilliant light lit up on the blade.

Beneath his feet, the Silver-Patterned Peacock let out a clear, long cry that shook the heavens.

In that cry, it was full of pride and confidence.

Wang Zhuo raised his head and looked at the Raven King not far away.

That beast was hovering over one hundred meters away, its blood-red eyes staring fixedly at him.

Half of its body was still oozing blood, and the frequency of its wing flapping was clearly unstable; it was obviously suffering from unhealed, serious injuries.

A trace of disdain flashed in Wang Zhuo's eyes.

A severely injured beast, worthy of him making a move?

But it didn't matter.

Kill it, and five hundred thousand military merits would be his.

Kill it, and his reputation would be even louder.

Kill it, and the Wang Family's position in Fengling City would be even more secure.

This entire situation was created for him by his father in the Military Affairs Department.

With today's highly anticipated military achievement, the position of City Lord would be attainable in the future.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power within his body surged crazily.

The long sword in his hand began to glow.

First, fire.

Scorching red flames spread from the hilt, instantly covering the entire blade.

The temperature of the flames was astonishingly high, and the surrounding air was burned until it distorted.

Then, lightning.

Dazzling lightning exploded above the flames.

Blue electric arcs jumped and coiled, intertwining with the flames to form a brilliant, red and blue intertwined light.

Finally, shadow.

A wisp of deep shadow emerged imperceptibly from the tip of the sword, silently merging into those two rays of light.

The three-colored light merged into one.

The dazzling lightning dyed the heavens and earth a bright silver.

At this moment, everyone's breathing stopped.

"That is... the Wang Family's secret sword technique!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Fire, lightning! He is manipulating two attributes simultaneously!"

"Below Starlight, there are no more than three people in all of Fengling City who can control two attributes simultaneously!"

"It's secure! This strike is secure!"

Countless people discussed excitedly.