Chapter 157: How Heroic It Is to Burst Forth—How Terrible It Is to Die!

"The Lion Clan's army has been defeated!"

From a high ground in the forest, a werewolf drew a deep breath and said!

Though the Lion Clan's army still had tens of thousands left, the outcome was sealed!

Unless Aldington could now burst out and launch a decapitation strike against the enemy's high command, then rally his troops for a counterattack!

But Aldington was clearly unable to emerge.

The fireballs descending from the sky grew larger one after another!

Aldington had been crushed from head to tail; now no one knew if he was alive or dead!

"I never expected the enemy to have a Mage Lord!"

A serpent-person stared at the City of Miracles, eyes filled with shock!

Mage Lords and warriors are both Sixth Rank.

But on the battlefield, a Mage Lord is more terrifying than a Sixth-Rank warrior.

Warriors kill one by one.

Mage Lords kill in waves.

The saying that one Sixth-Rank Mage Lord can match ten thousand soldiers isn't idle talk—it's backed by countless battles!

"What exactly is this city's origin? The Fox Clan, the Cat Clan, the Centaur Clan, the Dwarf Clan—and now a Mage Lord? What force could have united these four clans and made them fight with such overwhelming power!"

The werewolf said, voice trembling with awe.

"Don't you see the flames on that city wall? Why do I feel this city's construction is tied to fire? Otherwise, why are there so many burning flames on the walls, and why do they wield so many fire-based attacks!"

The serpent-person speculated.

These eight-clan members, while chatting, continuously relayed news of the battle at the City of Miracles back home.

"Look! The Tiger Clan!"

At that moment, the winged one, who had barely spoken until now, said.

The others gasped and turned to look—through the forest, a Tiger Clan member burst forth, moving at extreme speed, not pausing for an instant, smashing aside every Lion Clan warrior in its path.

Its target? The Lion Clan princes, who were being protected and attempting to flee the battlefield!

"Quick, retreat! We can't hold them!"

On the battlefield, the ten Lion Clan princes, seeing their army collapse like a mountain falling, didn't think to gather their troops and fight—each fled in panic.

These ten were complete cowards.

Each carried over a dozen bodyguards; together, they numbered over a hundred.

They charged toward the forest.

Suddenly.

"Roar!"

A tiger's roar rang out, and next, a Tiger Clan member wielding twin blades stormed in.

"Tiger Clan! Why is there a Tiger Clan member? Stop it!"

The ten Lion Clan princes were terrified.

But then something even more horrifying happened.

Within mere seconds, all hundred-plus of their bodyguards combined were slaughtered by this Tiger Clan member!

This Tiger Clan member's strength utterly surpassed the ten Lion Clan princes' imagination!

"Y-you… who are you?"

One Lion Clan prince nearly wet himself from fear.

The Tiger Clan member said nothing—each stroke a fatal blow, slicing off the heads of all ten princes.

"Roar!"

Then it let out a deafening roar, twisting its arms, killing every Lion Clan warrior around it.

This Tiger Clan member's kill efficiency was too high, its movement too fast—in the blink of an eye, it had slain over a thousand Lion Clan warriors!

The surrounding Lion Clan warriors, seeing this, fled from it as if it were a venomous snake or scorpion!

Its arrival made the Lion Clan's defeat even faster!

The remaining tens of thousands of Lion Clan warriors lost all morale; the small rout escalated into a total collapse, until they were utterly shattered!

All Lion Clan warriors on the battlefield began to flee!

Even some Lion Clan leaders who had been resisting no longer fought—they only cared about saving their lives!

"Chase them down! Kill them all!"

The Centaur warriors began their pursuit!

On the city wall, Sister Qing Ling did not stop this pursuit!

Even if the Lion Clan might one day submit beneath the Glory of the Flame Lord, not now.

The Lion Clan is too powerful.

If they aren't weakened, they will become the greatest threat to the nation Sister Qing Ling plans to build.

Sister Qing Ling knew that though this nation belonged to the Flame Lord, the Flame Lord would not waste energy controlling it.

So, to ensure the nation's stability, she must eliminate every hidden danger!

"That's Aunt Winnie! The Tiger Clan chief's sister—I didn't know she was still alive."

On the city wall, Princess Lodi exclaimed in surprise.

Sister Qing Ling also saw the Tiger Clan member swiftly slaughtering enemies.

"She's probably Already Sixth Rank!"

Sister Qing Ling said.

Princess Lodhi said, "It should be. Sister Wenni was already at the peak of Fifth Rank. After being hunted by the Lion Clan for so long and enduring such a great upheaval, in her grief, she has a very high chance of Breakthrough to Sixth Rank! But Holy Maiden, rest assured—Sister Wenni will not become our enemy!"

The fox girl Sister Qing Ling nodded.

The Lion Clan's warriors soon fled far away.

Those who failed to escape were killed by Sister Wenni, the female tiger-woman—fully one or two thousand of them.

The terror of a Sixth Rank warrior was plain to see!

If left unchecked on the battlefield without a Peer of the Same Rank to restrain them, it would be a disaster!

Sister Wenni ceased her pursuit of the Lion Clan warriors on the battlefield and headed toward the City of Miracles.

There, there was a massive pit.

The diameter of this pit reached more than fifty meters.

And its depth was also dozens of meters.

The pit was filled with magma!

Within the magma stood Aldington, a powerful Sixth Rank warrior of the Lion Clan, his expression utterly drained.

His body was covered in wounds.

The scorching magma had already risen to his chest.

Though the magma reached over a thousand degrees, it posed little threat to him—the real danger came from the fiery spheres above.

His shield had long since vanished under the assault of those fireballs; now he blocked them with his bare hands.

Even with the divine armor given to him by the Old Lion King, his hands were scarred and burned all over.

His current state was beyond pitiful.

One could say, the more heroic he looked when he charged out—

The more pitiful he looked now!

As for his boastful declaration of single-handedly destroying a city, it had long since become a joke.

Now, the Lion Clan's army was slaughtered, bodies strewn everywhere.

And he, pinned down by Meng Ying's endless magical assaults, had not raised his head from start to finish!

Aldington was utterly miserable!

Any other Mage would be incapable of sustaining magic like Meng Ying.

For a Mage to cast a spell threatening a Sixth Rank warrior, even the shortest casting time would take several seconds—enough for Aldington to block it and keep advancing until he closed in!

But Meng Ying's spells came one after another, leaving Aldington no time to even breathe!

How could he not be frustrated, how could he not be miserable?

One could say, Aldington was defeated by Lin Yan's highest-level blessing.