Chapter 463: Chapter 344: Second-Phase Amethyst Lion, Terrifying Beyond Measure (Part 2)
In the air, the Wind Blade Lion attempted to gather compressed wind blades, targeting the raging Centaur Knights or the Mage array below.
"Release the arrows!"
The Centaur Archer Centurion gave the order, and the well-trained archers immediately responded with a volley.
The specially made Alchemy Armor-Piercing Arrows rose like a torrential downpour and descended again, covering the airspace occupied by the Wind Blade Lions, with sharp arrowheads specifically aiming at vulnerable parts like eye sockets, throats, and wing root joints.
The Wind Blade Lions were forced to interrupt their attacks, hurriedly dodging and turning in mid-air, yet some unfortunate ones were still hit by the arrows, letting out piercing wails before finally plummeting and crashing into the dense Lion group below, causing chaos and stampede.
At the same time, the Shadow Mane Lion Group emerged from the shadows at the corners of the battlefield.
Their claws, as fast as lightning, slashed through the armor of the Molten Iron Warriors, causing a series of dazzling sparks but struggling to penetrate the heavy protection instantly.
But the next second, several battle axes and scimitars chopped in from different angles in perfect harmony, forcing these nimble hunters to abandon their attacks and retreat rapidly into the shadows.
The Jackal Wolfman Warriors formed hunting squads, their scimitar attacks cunning and brutal, specifically targeting joints and tendon gaps.
Once successful, even a mighty Lion Beast would instantly lose balance and speed, becoming a lamb ready for slaughter.
Slash——!
An exceptionally strong Advanced Lion Beast leader swung its giant claws in a rage, the terrifying power sending a Heavy-armored Ogre and its shield flying, crashing heavily into several warriors behind.
Yet before this Lion Beast leader could exploit its advantage, a Giant Wolf Fang Club flew in like a siege hammer, smashing into the side of its head.
Its skull cracked, blood gushed out, and it staggered with a painful roar.
Gorging Demon Kalu, who had just twisted off the neck of another Lion Beast, charged in like a human cannonball and fiercely battled with the wounded Lion Beast leader.
After a brief close-quarters fight.
The Gorging Demon’s claws forcefully ripped out the still-beating heart of the Lion Beast leader.
Kalu stood atop the carcass, chewing the warm, bloody lion heart, his ferocious gaze scanning the battlefield, quickly locking onto the next conspicuous prey, and pouncing again.
Elsewhere, the Dragon Vein Werewolf Russell’s size didn’t stand out among the battlefield’s giant beasts, but his agility was surprisingly nimble, weaving a dazzling array of afterimages as he moved.
Wherever he went, the jugulars and femoral arteries of the Lion Beasts were precisely severed, blood gushing out like a fountain.
In the heat of the battle.
The Werewolf suddenly stopped, raised his head to the sky, and let out a loud, long howl.
His humanoid upright posture rapidly crouched down, muscles swelling as if inflated, joints popping like beans... in an instant, transforming into a terrifying Dragon Wolf as large as a giant lion, with claws and fangs gleaming with a metallic luster, fiercely plunging into the densest part of the Lion group, unleashing a bloody storm.
Simultaneously.
The Iron-clad Ogres formed a steel shield wall, maintaining a tight formation like an advancing tide, steadily and firmly compressing the Lion group’s maneuvering space.
No matter how fast or agile the Lion Beasts were, they couldn’t maneuver smoothly amidst the dense forest of spears and axes.
Moreover, continuous interference and restriction came from the rear Magic Array’s relentless casting of Greasy Technique, Entanglement Technique, and Weakness Beam.
...
The Lion group was by no means weak; they were individually powerful, fierce, and fearless.
But in terms of large-scale legion-level coordination, they seemed quite primitive, relying more on individual bravery and instinctual hunting skills.
When attacking the border outposts earlier, they could utilize their mobility and suddenness to their advantage.
But now, facing the well-tempered Molten Iron Legion head-on, their advantage instantly vanished.
Almost from the beginning of the engagement, the Lion group found themselves in a passive situation of fighting separately, steadily pushed into an unfavorable position by the Molten Iron Legion.
Roar!
Surveying the rapidly deteriorating and one-sided battle situation below, the Purple Crystal Lion King let out a low roar mixed with anger and anxiety.
Its gaze swept over the Dragon Group that had not yet engaged, anxiously scraping the rocks beneath its feet with sharp claws.
Sparks flew as claws met the hard rock surface.
A few seconds later, it growled again.
Guarding the Lion King, more than ten Advanced Lion Beasts seemed to receive the order, no longer able to suppress their boiling battle intent, and sped swiftly along the rugged, steep rift valley terrain as if on flat ground, rushing to aid the steadily retreating Lion group.
Their life levels were very high.
Among them, there were even two Lion Beast Commanders as high as level 16, with an extremely fierce momentum.
"Solrog, Samantha."
The Red Iron Dragon turned to its two blood siblings beside it and said in a deep voice, "Those two level 16 Lion Beast Commanders, leave them to you to handle."
Iron Dragon Solrog nodded steadily, "Understood!"
Red Dragon Samantha let out an extremely excited roar, sparks flying from the Dragon’s Kiss, "I will make these wretched reptiles remember with their lives what true dragon might is!"
The two powerful young dragons abruptly flapped their wings, intertwining as they dove down.
The Iron Dragon’s body glowed with a metallic hardening sheen; the Red Dragon’s armor was sparkling with dense runes, its dragon might sweeping across like a tidal wave.
The Red Iron Dragon’s gaze then fell upon the other two eager adolescent dragons, giving a brief order.
"Heryam, Kahill, you also engage, clear out the other advanced leaders, and support the ground forces."
The Storm Dragon and Wild Dragon let out a deafening battle cry together, acknowledging the command, and impatiently flapped their dragon wings, diving into the fray like two arrows released from a bow.