Chapter 179: The Enemy Is at the Gates! The Cowardly Aura Can

"Send the signal!"

Meng Ying said to the Centaur chieftain.

The Centaur chieftain unslung his bow from his side, drew it back, and shot an arrow straight into the sky!

"Ssssh!"

The Centaur chieftain's strength was immense—this arrow shot straight up over a hundred meters, where the explosive flame on its tip detonated.

Around her, several other Centaur warriors also fired arrows simultaneously.

Instantly, a small firework bloomed in the sky.

"The Lion Clan is retreating—full army, advance!"

The fox maiden Sister Qing Ling recognized this signal.

Yes, different arrow-firing methods carried different meanings.

This was also the insight Sister Qing Ling had gained from Lin Yan; otherwise, only human kingdoms would use such methods for long-range communication!

The army, already prepared for battle, surged forward.

Boom—boom—boom.

At the very front were the Centaur warriors!

They were the fastest, and most effective in pursuit.

Behind them came the Elk warriors, whose running speed was also swift.

Further back were two thousand heavy tanks—the Xiong Zu warriors!

The Fox and Cat clans followed behind the Xiong Zu warriors, advancing steadily!

In the Green Lake Forest, the Lion Clan warriors began a full retreat.

But due to communication delays, some Lion Clan warriors unaware of the situation had not yet retreated when they were overtaken by Centaur warriors.

In the forest, the old Lion King's screams faded.

Even though he was a Sixth-Rank warrior, the King of the Lions, before the Abyssal Demon Flame, he was no different from other Lion Clan warriors.

The only difference was that his soul burned longer.

Once the Abyssal Demon Flame consumed all, it extinguished completely.

But Lin Yan had already received evolution points and energy points.

Meng Ying stepped forward and saw that the old Lion King and the Lion warriors who had tried to smother his flames were unharmed on the outside—not a single wound visible.

Nor were there any injuries inside their bodies.

The Abyssal Demon Flame had burned them on the soul level, leaving nothing but hollow shells!

Its temperature could not be felt by flesh!

Several Centaur warriors stepped forward, stripped the old Lion King's armor off, then Meng Ying tossed a prayer-gained flame onto the corpses of the old Lion King and his subordinates, reducing them to ash.

"Keep pursuing!"

Meng Ying said.

The old Lion King was dead, but the war was not over.

If sixty thousand Lion Clan warriors held out stubbornly, it would still be a hard fight.

There was also a Sixth-Rank high priest—no one knew where he had fled.

One thousand Centaur warriors joined the pursuit force.

These Lion Clan warriors fled quickly indeed—the old Lion King's estimate had been correct.

Since the army of Miraculous City was still over ten kilometers away, few Lion warriors were caught—nothing like the last great rout.

After all, this was the Lion Clan's homeland, and they knew it better.

Of the sixty thousand Lion Clan warriors, sixty thousand ultimately escaped back into the Lion Clan's Wang Cheng.

The Lion Clan's Wang Cheng was much smaller than Miraculous City.

The entire city wall was built of stone.

But the Wang Cheng's walls were far less orderly than those of Miraculous City.

The Lion Clan used only lime as their mortar.

The walls stood nearly ten meters high—before Miraculous City appeared, this had been the largest city in this beastman kingdom!

Over sixty thousand Lion Clan warriors poured into the city.

Inside Wang Cheng, chaos erupted.

"What? Father is dead?"

Now, the Lion Clan royal family had only four princes left.

These four princes couldn't even be bothered to go to Miraculous City to claim battle merits—what kind of trash they were goes without saying.

"It's over, it's all over!"

These four princes were each more panicked than the last.

"What do we do? Should we surrender?"

One prince asked.

He was completely panicked.

"Yes, yes, let's just surrender! We couldn't defeat them even with sixty thousand elite troops, and even Aldington died. Now we have seventy thousand troops and still lost—even Father is dead. What else can we do but surrender?"

Another Lion prince said.

"They won't kill off the entire Lion Clan. If we surrender, we'll agree to any demand—they might spare our lives?"

The third Lion prince said.

"Surrender? Surrender to what?!"

At that moment, the fourth Lion Prince stood up and said.

"You three cowards only know how to surrender. Attacking a city is harder than defending one. Our Wang Cheng has walls this high, and we still have tens of thousands of warriors left. Why not hold the city and defend it? We couldn't break through their cities before, so this time they shouldn't dream of breaking through ours!"

The fourth Lion Prince spoke with great conviction, and the more he spoke, the more confident he became.

This fellow has never even set foot on a battlefield.

If he were placed in a human kingdom, he'd be another Zhao Kuo.

No, not even as good as Zhao Kuo—at least Zhao Kuo had read his military books thoroughly!

The fourth Lion Prince's mind spun, and he quickly came up with a strategy:

"Let's go, we'll marshal our troops. As long as we repel them a few times and inflict massive losses on them, they won't attack anymore. Then we can negotiate terms! Even better, we can counterattack and bury their army on our territory…"

At this point, he suddenly felt as though he could turn the tide single-handedly, and his blood couldn't help but begin to boil:

"This is how we'll do it—the weakest moment is also the strongest moment. Do you three dare to gamble? Once we succeed, the four of us will be kings together!"

After this prince finished speaking, he looked at the three other Lion Princes. Two of them seemed somewhat swayed by his words, while the other hesitated for a moment and asked:

"But Thirteen, there's still a Mage and a Sixth-Rank warrior on the other side. How do we deal with them?"

The Thirteenth Prince was instantly stumped.

That surge of hot blood was immediately doused with a basin of cold water.