175: Leaving the valley, reinforcements arrive

“So many Rock Wyverns?”

Nine Netherworld Dragon’s dragon eyes widened like copper bells, and its huge body tensed up. Just as it opened its dragon mouth to attack,

A figure gradually appeared in its dragon eyes, becoming clearer and clearer.

Standing on the head of the leading Rock Wyvern was a young man dressed in black, with a calm expression, looking composed and unhurried.

“I thought you were swallowed by those Rock Wyverns. I didn’t expect you to be standing on their heads. This formation is quite impressive.”

Nine Netherworld Dragon’s mouth twitched, speaking with a slight sarcasm.

“You’ve worked hard. Come back.”

Yang Qianhun smiled faintly, not caring, and said calmly.

Nine Netherworld Dragon stopped speaking upon hearing this. Its massive body transformed into a black light mass and flew directly towards Yang Qianhun.

It rushed directly towards his right arm, merging into it and disappearing.

After the black light receded, a small dragon head pattern reappeared on Yang Qianhun’s right arm.

…

“The gravity is gone.”

Wu Xin, who was slumped on the ground in a resigned manner, suddenly felt his whole body lighten, and he said ecstatically.

That feeling was like being pressed by a thousand-jin boulder for a long time, and then suddenly someone helped you move it away.

Suddenly, hundreds of black shadows in the distance whistled towards his direction like sharp arrows.

They were a dense mass of black, and they were all dragons.

“Holy crap, what’s going on? Why are there so many dragons all of a sudden? Did the boss kick the bucket? But if he did, I should have kicked the bucket too.”

Wu Xin felt immense pressure and couldn’t even stand up. His heart was full of questions.

A leading Rock Wyvern swooped down, and Yang Qianhun, standing proudly on its head, slowly said, “Jump over, let’s go.”

Wu Xin, who was full of fear and confusion, only looked towards the source of the voice after hearing Yang Qianhun’s voice.

He still looked incredibly handsome, calm and composed.

Wu Xin’s face lit up with joy, as if an endless stream of power was surging through his entire body.

His feet were like springs; with a whoosh, he stood up directly.

He leaped with force, doing a somersault and landing directly on the back of the Rock Wyvern.

He dared not stand on the dragon’s head like Yang Qianhun; being able to ride on the back of the Rock Wyvern already felt like a blessing from three lifetimes.

Just as Wu Xin was about to open his mouth to voice the questions in his heart,

“This is for you.”

Yang Qianhun’s faint voice came.

Following that, a red scroll was thrown from Yang Qianhun.

To prevent it from falling to the ground, Wu Xin took a big step forward and quickly caught the red scroll with both hands.

He looked closely, his face filled with wild joy, trembling all over with excitement.

“B-boss, this is too precious. I didn’t play any role, and as the saying goes, ‘no merit, no reward.’”

Wu Xin really wanted it, but considering that he hadn’t made any contribution and would be rewarded for nothing, he was still a bit conflicted inside.

“Since I’m giving it to you, it’s for you to play a role. Sit tight, we’re speeding up.”

Yang Qianhun continued to look straight ahead, speaking calmly.

“Thank you, boss…”

Hundreds of Rock Wyverns flapped their huge wings and flew towards the valley entrance.

Along the way, Yang Qianhun continuously used the earth spirit pearl to summon more Rock Wyverns, and their numbers continued to increase.

…

Outside the valley entrance.

The fierce battle was ongoing…

Under the leadership of the eight fierce generals: Ma Chao, Pei Yuanqing, Zhang Fei, Wei Yan, Xiahou Dun, Xiahou Yuan, Yuchi Gong, and Luo Cheng.

The Mechanical Clan, Orc, and Half-elf allied forces were continuously retreating, suffering heavy casualties.

Among the Mechanical Clan’s Lords, all twenty-nine Lords except Mechanical Eleven were killed in battle.

Both the Mechanical Gunner and Mechanical Warhammer Soldier units were completely wiped out.

Less than five thousand Mechanical Spearman remained, barely clinging to life.

Among the Orc Lords, all Orc Lords except Tiger Thousand Li were killed.

The combined number of Giant Beast Soldier and Shield Beast Soldiers was less than ten thousand.

The combined number of Double Axe Beast Soldier and Berserker Soldier was less than five thousand.

Their overall numbers had sharply decreased by more than half, and they were struggling to resist.

Among the Half-elf Lords, all twenty-nine Half-elf Lords except Bu Zhan had successively fallen in battle.

The Half-elf Swordsmen and Half-elf archer were completely annihilated, with less than two thousand Half-elf Greatsword Soldiers remaining.

They suffered the heaviest losses; at this rate, the Half-elf side would likely be the first to be annihilated.

“Those useless fools, they can’t even hold them off. What are they doing? Why isn’t the reinforcement here yet? If this continues, I’ll really have to run away on my own.”

Bu Zhan, who was behind the Half-elf Greatsword Soldiers, was holding a long sword and had already retreated to the very rear, even planning his escape route.

As soon as defeat was certain, he would run away without hesitation.

On the Mechanical Clan side.

“Twenty-nine Lords couldn’t even withstand one round. This general’s combat momentum hasn’t diminished at all despite continuous fighting; instead, he’s getting stronger with each battle.”

Mechanical Eleven saw Ma Chao pierce twenty-nine Mechanical Lords to death in just one round, and he analyzed this while retreating.

The conclusion he reached was also to run away.

Because not running meant only death.

Just as Mechanical Eleven was about to have the Mechanical Spearman block in front while he himself planned to turn around and escape,

Ma Chao picked up several Mechanical Spearman with one spear, piercing them to death in mid-air.

With a lunge, as if performing a spatial jump, he blocked Mechanical Eleven’s path.

“Trying to run?”

Ma Chao held his long spear, looking sideways.

“Get lost.”

Mechanical Eleven cursed angrily, holding a light sword and directly slashing at Ma Chao.

Since he couldn’t run anyway, he could only fight with all his might to carve out a path to survival.

Before Mechanical Eleven could even make a move, after a whoosh of air.

There was another crack.

Mechanical Eleven seemed to be fixed in place, looking down at his chest.

It had already been pierced through by Ma Chao’s spear, which had entered and directly pierced his mechanical heart.

His eyes went black, and he died on the spot.

Ma Chao pulled out his long spear and charged into the Mechanical Spearman like a god of slaughter.

…

“Damn it, why aren’t the reinforcements here yet? Those useless fools can’t even hold them off. They’re so quick to use resources normally, but at a critical moment, they can’t even block for a moment. They’re truly the most useless of the useless.”

Tiger Thousand Li ran to the very back, watching the Orc soldiers fighting with their lives on the line in front, and couldn’t help but curse angrily.

Then he pulled out a Crimson Puppet from his spatial bag, a fierce glint flashing in his tiger eyes, and said coldly, “Failure is not an option. Even if all the Soldiers die, I will drag you all down with me.”

…

Suddenly, several kilometers away from the battlefield, three waves of reinforcements appeared from three directions, a dense black mass.

They were from the allied forces of the three clans.

At this critical moment, their reinforcements had finally arrived.