"Roar!!!"
The hundreds of thousands of sacred beasts that had been fighting suddenly froze, suppressed by the pillar of light, kneeling on the ground and trembling.
"What did you do? Did you kill all the sacred beasts in one go?"
Liu Qinglin's eyes were filled with shock as he asked disbelievingly.
"Kill? How could I bear to kill them? They are all my sacred beasts!"
Wan Lei suddenly turned and looked towards the battlefield.
On the battlefield, the pillar of light vanished. All the sacred beasts, except for the Linpeng master and the dog, prostrated themselves in this direction, letting out soft growls to signify their submission.
After waiting for so long, fighting for so long, and so many people dying, they were waiting for this moment – the complete control of the enemy's sacred beasts.
"Kill!!!"
With a roar from Wan Lei, all the sacred beasts rose up and lunged towards the enemies beside or afar, opening their bloody mouths to bite.
"What is going on?!"
"My sacred beast... Ah!!!"
"Come back, hurry back, those are our allies!"
"The sacred beasts are bewitched!"
The vast majority of the Alliance Tribe warriors were still in a state of extreme shock, unable to recover.
This single surprise attack instantly caused the Alliance Tribe warriors to suffer more than half their numbers.
"The gods have manipulated the enemy's sacred beasts! Warriors, it's time to counterattack, counterattack, and kill all these scoundrels!"
Deng Yan Ge was ecstatic, flying in mid-air and roaring, directing his tribesmen to counterattack.
"This... this is your strategy, your grand formation, this is how it's used!"
Liu Qinglin stared dumbfoundedly at the one-sided situation below. He knew that their side had already lost.
"No, there's more!"
Wan Lei raised his hand again and waved downwards. On the Ten Thousand Demon Formation, sixty Thunder Beast runes lit up, transforming into sixty Thunder Beasts that roared onto the battlefield.
After colliding with a wave of enemies, they flew upwards to assist their Mahayana stage powerhouses in fighting the enemy.
Wan Lei had not allowed the Thunder Beasts to participate in the battle because he did not want them to be consumed by the enemy's sacred beasts. At the moment of counterattack, a considerable number of sacred beasts would retaliate against the enemy with thunderous might, and the undamaged Thunder Beasts would also be the best support for their side to defeat the enemy's Mahayana stage powerhouses.
Liu Qinglin looked at the sixty fearless Nascent Soul stage Thunder Beasts with despair in his eyes.
"The young man is cunning!!!"
Liu Qinglin roared, forcibly drawing blood qi within his domain and attacking Wan Lei.
The battlefield below was in chaos. Previously, it was a melee, with attackers forming a circle and defenders holding their ground, fighting each other with some semblance of order.
But when all the sacred beasts turned to Wan Lei's side, the entire battlefield descended into utter pandemonium.
Most of these sacred beasts had been by their masters' sides, fighting alongside them. But in an instant, the people beside them became enemies, and naturally, they had to attack.
The Alliance warriors who were being killed were in utter disarray. Enemies and beasts were everywhere. Furthermore, too many people had been killed at the beginning, and the remaining ones were too dispersed to unite. They could only be passively attacked.
The only fortunate ones were those who had charged deepest into the enemy lines.
Most of their sacred beasts had already died in the previous charges, and there were not many beside them now. These hundreds of people, like a sharp blade, pierced the heart of the Deng Yan tribe and reached the warship.
The last line of defense was led by Jia Hui.
"Captain, we've lost, we've lost!"
A warrior from the Alliance Tribe shouted in terror while fending off attacking enemies.
He had seen too many of his own people being devoured alive by sacred beasts.
"Captain, let's break through!"
"Do you think we can still break out?"
The fierce captain killed a Deng Yan tribe warrior with a single saber, turned, and cursed.
"Look around you, you're surrounded by enemies. We've penetrated too deep into the enemy lines. We're surrounded. On a battlefield tens of miles wide, you're telling me to fight my way out?
Even if you fight your way out, so what? The grand formation outside is meant to trap us. They were prepared for our escape from the beginning!"
"Then what do we do? Captain, why don't we surrender... Ah!"
Before the warrior could finish speaking, the captain plunged his saber into his abdomen. When the saber was pulled out, intestines and blood spilled everywhere.
"Anyone who lets me hear the word surrender again will suffer this fate. We have no retreat. Surrender means death, or becoming slaves.
As a man born into this world, how can I live under the crotch of others? If you still have some courage, follow me to kill the enemy. Kill one and it's paid for, kill two and it's a profit!"
"Kill!"
"We follow the captain!"
"Captain, why don't we charge in and kill those old, weak, women, and children? They can't stop us, and we can kill dozens of them each, it's definitely worth it."
"Good idea, let's go!"
The captain's eyes were bloodshot, with revenge and slaughter consuming his entire mind. He led his men without hesitation towards the core warship area.
That was where the old, weak, women, and children were.
"Kill!"
The captain charged at the forefront, cutting down several Deng Yan tribe warriors who tried to stop him.
Jia Hui, who was fighting afar, turned his head and saw this group of enemies, like a sharp blade, stabbing directly into the heartland of his own side. His face turned pale, and he immediately roared.
"Personal guards, come with me immediately to stop these enemies. We absolutely cannot let them reach the core area."
Hearing Jia Hui's roar, the personal guards scattered around immediately assembled and followed Jia Hui towards that group of enemies.
Hundreds of personal guards, plus hundreds of sacred beasts, created a spectacular scene.
"Faster, faster! Those in front, block them!"
Seeing the enemies getting closer and closer to the core area, Jia Hui was anxious. There were the weaker members of his tribe whom he had been protecting all along, and there was the girl he loved most.
Finally, before the last line of defense collapsed, they intercepted the enemies.
What followed was a one-sided slaughter.
The Deng Yan tribe's strength was now far superior to the enemy's. With the increase in their sacred beast numbers and the decrease in enemy numbers, the enemies were no match for them.
Jia Hui charged into the enemy ranks, killing several enemies.
"Jia Hui!"
From afar, Deng Yan Juling's cry was heard.
Jia Hui looked back and saw an enemy forcing the girl to retreat repeatedly. The girl was powerless to fight back, and his heart was filled with urgency.
It was in this moment of stunned distraction that his left rib was pierced by a sword.
Jia Hui endured the pain and cut down the enemy with his saber, then looked around. Seeing that their side had almost secured victory, he withdrew and quickly rushed inside.
Finally, he arrived, and that enemy also died miserably under his sword.