The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Seeing this guy looking useless, the Minotaur Warrior carrying a great sword sneered and mocked.

"Do you think Yiye Zhiqu is like you? He actually aims before he shoots, you know."

Ye Zhiqiu smiled faintly, then reached for two vials on his waist, tilting his head back to drink them.

The icy liquid slid down his spine, eventually being absorbed by his bones.

The effects of the two potions were to increase the base recovery speed of magic power and to enhance basic magic damage.

After buffing himself, he continued chanting spells, while pointing his dual-hand staff towards the vast army in front of him.

"Time to get to work."

It was clear that the opponent was not intimidated by the display of their strength, as the vast army continued advancing towards them.

The bait operation was still effective.

Though the opponent's weakness made their meticulous preparation seem a bit unnecessary...

Seeing that the Pig-headed Knight hadn't messed up their plans, Hu Wan finally sighed in relief.

Drawing two daggers hanging from his waist, the soul fire flickered in his skull, locking eyes on the heavy Dragon Turtle and the Armored Dragon Clan General on its back in the distance.

Judging by the attitude of the high-ranking lizard nearby, that guy was most likely the chief commander of this troop.

At least a high-ranking officer!

"I'll take the one at the front."

"Mhm."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded slightly, watching the speeding figure, then swung his dual-hand staff downwards, aiming the spell at the rear of the Dragon Turtle.

"Rocks sharp as blades, heed my summons, gather in the storm, become a rain that shatters all!"

"Mass Stone Fall Skill—"

"Crush them!"

As the dual-hand staff was heavily swung down, stones driven by the fierce wind poured down like a torrential rain upon the front line of the vast Holy Armor Dragon army!

Caught off guard by the sudden bombardment, the advancing front row was hit hard, as if receiving a volley from stone throwing ropes, over a hundred Armored Dragon Soldiers were painfully injured, collapsing heavily.

Seeing the sudden death of Yuge and the spell-casting skeleton mage wielding a magic wand, Bakar, riding on the Dragon Turtle, was both shocked and furious.

The sudden stone rain especially made his heart pound, forcing him to grit his teeth and roar out an order.

"Everyone—charge forward! Smash their rotten bones with your great swords, crush these four ants for me!"

Despite vaguely sensing the difficulty of dealing with these four mysterious figures, he had no choice at this moment but to rely on numerical advantage to crush them.

After all, his army of a hundred thousand could not turn back for just these four individuals.

That would be a devastating blow to the prestige and morale of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a stone bullet whistled forth, hitting his trusted aide beside him with a "whoosh".

That trusted aide had the strength of a soldier level, yet couldn't even hold up against a stone bullet, half his body rendered a bloody mess, not even able to utter a scream before falling from the back of the Short-legged Dragon.

Seeing his trusted aide die tragically before his eyes, Bakar was furious beyond belief, glaring at the skeleton mage with a dual-hand staff in the distance, his eyes seemingly spitting fire!

"I'll shred you to pieces!" he roared, urging the Dragon Turtle beneath him to step forward.

However, at this moment, he was completely unaware that a pair of cold eyes were already locked onto his neck…

...

The front line of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom was in chaos, charging towards the four figures standing in the canyon like scattered sand.

The Minotaur Warrior swung his great sword to meet the enemy, cutting down a dozen Armored Dragon Clan soldiers in succession, the sand at his feet turning into a bloody mire!

The Pig-headed Knight was the same, his long-handled battleaxe swung like the wind, forcibly tearing open a gap in the charging tide, preventing the Armored Dragon Clan soldiers from getting even a bit closer.

Ye Zhiqiu continued casting spells calmly, trying his best to create more chaos for the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's front army, and pulling back at the right moment to spread the chaos to the rear while luring the front army into the burial ground they had long prepared for this group of lizards!

On another side, on a half-hill near the Double-tailed Rift Valley, stood a dozen figures.

Among them were players from the Great Tomb, as well as warriors and generals from the Sand Ridge Clan.

Although Lord Demon King did not concern himself with the hundred-thousand-strong army of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, this force was indeed cataclysmic for the weak Sand Ridge Clan.

To ensure these allies, still of use, did not die too quickly, Luo Yan tasked a small demon player to traverse mountains, following the map provided by the Sand Ridge Tribe envoy to the Central Desert, and set up a temporary teleportation array here, transmitting a hundred players who had taken the mission to reinforce the Sand Ridge Tribe from the Withered Wood Port area.

Their task was simple—

To stop the advance of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's hundred-thousand-strong army at all costs!

Of course.

Some players intended to take advantage of this rare opportunity to test recently developed new equipment.

For instance, the renowned "Our Hiring" group from the Great Tomb.

At this moment, in front of [One Mouthful of Chemical Pool], sat a large unwieldy, oddly structured yet subtly detailed hand-operated Gatling, the barrel-like metal shaft emanating a chilling aura.

Five Gatlings were deployed on the position, distributed in a fan shape along the edge of the hill, forming an inverted bowl shape!

The design of this thing could only be described as retro, lacking standard ammunition, with cumbersome loading procedures… but more than enough to bully a group of natives.

Gazing at the oddly shaped pipe, the main general of the Sand Ridge Clan, Cassa, wagged her tail uneasily, her face full of perplexity.

"What… is this thing?"

"Something very useful!"

One Mouthful of Chemical Pool didn't explain, deliberately leaving it a mystery, with a tone of secrecy.

"Soon you'll know how awesome this thing is… by the way, remember to watch from the side, don't stand in front."

Cassa swallowed, her eyes filled with confusion, nodding hesitantly.

She only had three thousand warriors under her command, nearly all the elite of the Sand Ridge Clan.

Though she didn't want to gamble the lives of her subordinates and the future of the tribe, the army of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom was right in front.

At this point, she could only place her faith in this seemingly unreliable undead...

As the Armored Dragon Clan army drew nearer, the Sand Ridge Tribe warriors lying in the sand gripped their hands in sweat, praying silently, anxiously awaiting the imminent decisive battle.

One Mouthful of Chemical Pool was completely unfazed, leisurely coordinating the newcomers hired cheaply to take positions with guns, and lying himself behind a barrel, slightly tilting up the muzzle, fully prepared to shoot.

Watching as the menacing Holy Armor Dragon soldiers entered firing range, his excitement couldn't be held back, he instantly shouted enthusiastically, vigorously turning the crank in his hand.

"Brothers! The time to show loyalty to Lord Demon King has come!"

"Crank it hard for me!"

"Awooo!!!"