Chapter 1079

The fox girl Qing Ling nodded.

Even she could see it.

This time, the Purple Cloud Empire's army would likely lose to the opponent.

Without those beasts, they might have defeated the enemy relatively easily, but these beasts were the Purple Cloud Empire's army's nightmare.

After all, the quality of this army was too poor.

Moreover, the old man in the Wild Tribes clearly had something suspicious—he might have boosted his power all the way to the Sacred Domain!

The evil god's methods were indeed bizarre, bizarre, and evil!

But it seemed the cost was also great; in Meng Ying's observation, the old man might have at most one year left to live.

And that old man likely had a true age of only ten or twenty, even just teens!

He looked old only because he used forbidden methods to boost his power.

In other words, this was a power boost paid for with life itself!

Truly an evil god!

"I'll go take a look."

After speaking, Meng Ying flew into the sky.

She flew high and fast, soon reaching the center of the battlefield.

On the battlefield, though the beasts suffered heavy casualties, the Purple Cloud Empire's Grand Archmages were quickly tied down by the flying beasts.

And their forbidden spells were held back by another old man.

As for legends, the Purple Cloud Empire had not deployed any.

Their legends were still working as laborers in the Flame Empire, and the others were probably sent eastward, since the east also faced attacks from the Wild Tribes.

And their trump card—the catapults—was held off singlehandedly by the shamanistic old man.

Under these conditions, the beasts quickly broke through the Purple Cloud Empire's defensive line.

Although the Purple Cloud Empire's army was of poor quality, it still had some combat power and held out for a while; but once the Frost Giants and Wild Tribe warriors joined the battle, their defense collapsed completely.

Within just a few minutes of combat, defeat was already looming!

At this moment, Meng Ying finally found the source of the flute sound.

It was a young girl, riding a white female wolf at the rear of the Wild Tribes' army, dressed in a brilliant red dress that made her stand out vividly!

In her hand, she held a single leaf.

What she was blowing was not a flute—but a leaf.

With the sound from the leaf, vast numbers of beasts continuously surged from the wasteland, charging toward the Purple Cloud Empire's army.