Chapter 1078

The ground shook.

In the gaze of that Nuzhu Sect nun, a vast number of gigantic beasts thundered toward the front of the barbarian tribe's army.

These beasts were exceptionally tall, resembling elephants but far taller—at least seven or eight meters high.

"These are Frost Giants. It seems they've captured many demons to join the battle!"

The Nuzhu Sect nun of the Zi Yun Empire's expression turned solemn as she spoke.

At this moment, above the barbarian tribe's army, a vast number of flying demons appeared.

These flying demons carried no riders—they were purely flying demons.

"So many flying demons?"

The Nuzhu Sect nun's voice held a trace of shock.

"Boom—!"

At this moment, the sound of earth-shattering tremors rose.

The barbarian tribe's warriors collectively parted, opening numerous pathways.

Immediately, massive, coal-black-furred demons emerged from those pathways.

Simultaneously, across the vast battlefield, a faint yet rhythmically resonant flute melody sounded.

The Nuzhu Sect nun's face changed: "Worse—the Demoness has come!"

"The Demoness? Who is that?"

Miya asked curiously.

The Nuzhu Sect nun's expression turned extremely solemn: "A Demoness who commands demons. She is the nightmare of many southern nations. I never expected she'd come to the north this time. This may prove difficult—perhaps even the Divine Ones will not lend aid."

Not only her expression turned solemn, but even the commander of the Fifth United Corps of the Zi Yun Empire wore an equally solemn look.

"Boom—!"

The demons rapidly gathered together.

Then, from the center of the barbarian tribe's army, a withered old man flew into the sky.

"What is he doing?"

Miya looked curiously at the old man.

The Nuzhu Sect nun said: "He is performing a divine sacrifice. Not a good sign."

Then they saw the old man, who a moment ago had seemed normal, suddenly flail his arms and legs, dancing wildly.

But his dance posture was ugly.

Just like the shamanic dances Lin Yan had seen before his transmigration.

This act of the old man—performed before millions of soldiers on both sides—appeared absurd, ridiculous, and utterly incongruous!

Meng Ying and the fox-woman Sister Qing Ling exchanged glances.

As he danced, the old man howled "Yi-yi-ya-ya" in strange cries.

He resembled nothing so much as a charlatan priest.

"Hu ha!"

"Hu ha!"

"Hu ha!"

"…"

All the barbarians erupted into frenzied shouts, their voices thick with fanaticism—clearly brainwashed!

The roar of millions shook heaven and earth; as they shouted, every face grew more feverish with zeal, some even pounding their own chests with their fists!

Meng Ying and the fox-woman Sister Qing Ling exchanged glances again.

Ordinary people could only perceive phenomena.

But the Holy Realm had touched the Rules—and the Rules touched the essence.

In Meng Ying and Sister Qing Ling's eyes, a force from the level of Rules had already seeped into the warriors' bodies, making them more frenzied, more resilient, stronger, even bloodthirsty!

"The evil god is wielding power!"

Meng Ying whispered.

Sister Qing Ling nodded: "Mm."

"Order: All flying ships descend, form battle lines, prepare for combat."

Meng Ying said.

"Yes!"

The flying ships began descending en masse.

Then, two hundred thousand beast-tribe warriors swiftly poured down from the ships and formed battle lines.

Before Meng Ying, the Nuzhu Sect nun watched as the Flame Empire deployed only this small force, her lips parting as if to speak—but she said nothing.

"Hu ha!"

"…"

The millions of barbarians continued their roaring.

"All you know is shouting! Prepare the catapults!"

The Zi Yun Empire's commander could no longer hold back.

"General, these catapults can only reach five kilometers!"

A soldier said.

"I know that—but when I launch, it won't be just five kilometers!"

The Zi Yun Empire's commander finished speaking, seized the mechanism himself, yanked hard, and launched a magic projectile directly at the old man dancing in the sky.

The old man seemed not to have noticed the magic projectile; as it was about to strike him, he suddenly whipped his head around.

"Huhah!"

The old man roared, and the magic projectile instantly vanished, reversed its path, and shot back the way it came.

"Shit"

The commander of the Zi Yun Empire drew his sword, leapt into the sky, and slashed the magic projectile in half.

"Huhah!"

The old man roared again, then suddenly pulled out a heart and swallowed it in one fierce bite.

"Huhah!"

He pointed his finger at the Zi Yun Empire's army.

"Boom—!"

Immediately, the countless beasts stirred.

"Archers! Catapults!"

The commander of the Zi Yun Empire shouted.

In the Zi Yun Empire, countless catapults launched into action.

A dense hail of magic projectiles was hurled forth.

"Huhah!"

The old man struck out violently, raised both hands, and every magic projectile exploded midair.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, similar old men appeared, specifically to counter the Zi Yun Empire's long-range attacks.

Dense volleys of arrows went unimpeded, falling like rain onto the beasts.

Some low-defense beasts were felled, but more surged forward in a frenzy toward the Zi Yun Empire's army.

"Mages!"

The commander of the Zi Yun Empire shouted.

From the sky, countless mages flew out, continuously casting spells to attack the beasts.

But as soon as they moved, the flying beasts above the Wild Tribes' army also stirred.

At the same time, the Wild Tribes' army followed behind the beasts and launched their assault.

Keep in mind, the Zi Yun Empire's elite mages were still forced into labor in the Flame Empire.

The army they sent over, though numbering two million, was far less elite than the one captured by the Flame Empire; this force had only dozens of Seventh Rank Grand Mages total.

Dozens of Grand Mages could not possibly halt the advance of such a vast beast army, let alone when those beasts included the Wild Tribes' own troops.

"They're going to lose!"

Meng Ying said.