Even these Giant Dragons, amidst the army, could not escape unscathed; their chests and abdomens were pierced by countless swords and long spears, covered by innumerable arrows, leaving scars all over their bodies.

At the tail end of the Dragon Group, two young White Dragons had even been struck down from the sky by the Beastman’s Saint Tier Warrior, but at this moment, their fighting spirit remained high, ignited by the Death Angels to unleash their Blood of Frenzy.

Every Giant Dragon within the Dragon Group was biting, striking, and spewing Dragon Breath. They no longer knew how many they had slaughtered, only knowing to move forward, forward, destroying everything.

In the pincer attack from both sides, even Beastman Prince Gahn could feel the terror of impending death. Without hesitation, he lifted the black cloth covering the giant iron cage behind him, removing the talisman suppressing the Behemoth inside.

A vigorous aura from the Ancient Wilderness era was awakening, spreading, boiling.

The King of the Earth was announcing its awakening.

The ancient Behemoth, known in legend as the Master of Beasts, grazing thousands of mountains, opened its eyes at this moment.

Roar, a strong roar, actually carried sound waves of impact, bellowed from the mouth of this twenty-meter Behemoth.

Its head resembled a Giant Dragon but lacked horns; its body seemed like a Titan yet had fur; its claws were like a lion’s but more robust and sharp; its tail was crocodile-like, but straight.

The massive iron cage was ripped open the moment it stood up, this Behemoth, exuding an Ancient Wilderness aura, tore the iron bars surrounding the cage apart, its bloodthirsty eyes fixed intently on the approaching Dragon Group, opening its mouth to issue a provocative roar.

The Giant Dragons are the Overlords of the sky, whereas the Behemoth is the King of the ground. Standing on the earth, the strength of Behemoth surpasses that of the Giant Dragons.

In ancient times, the Behemoth race even hunted Dragons for survival, treating Giant Dragons as food, for they possess such power.

"Behemoth, Behemoth!" Kleyna and the Dragon Group recognized that creature, driven by inherited information and animosity from the Giant Dragon heritage, compelling these dragons to tear Behemoth apart.

The Dragons’ speed instantly increased, enveloping the wind, carrying intense killing intent, swooping down; in the sky, the Dragons pounced; on the ground, the Beloved surged forward, all aimed solely at the enemy ahead.

Boom,

Like muffled thunder, a sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, Behemoth hurled the iron bar it held; the whistling wind surpassing the rolling thunder in the sky.

"Beware, evade!" Kleyna roared loudly, every dragon deliberately widened their distance facing Behemoth, now each turning direction, some Dragons even unleashed Magic Shields to defend against this ferocious attack.

Roar,

A White Dragon wailed as it fell, young White Dragon Sloraka was effortlessly pierced through the dense Dragon Scales on its chest by the iron bar, then it penetrated the entire body, shooting out from the White Dragon’s back.

No one paid attention to the fallen young White Dragon, for the Dragon Group had already reached Behemoth; they breathed with full force, spewing Dragon Breath, flames, lightning, poison fire, acid fog, frost, causing the entire space to churn and distort.

"Howl,"

Behemoth beat its chest; its fur is the best defense of the land Overlord, capable of withstanding almost all types of magic damage, highly resistant, leaving only scorched marks on its fur, not even harming its flesh.

Swish, two White Dragons skilled in hunting techniques extended their sharp claws, using the sharpest weapons on the Giant Dragon to break through the defense of the beast in front of them, leaving several deep scars.

But this provoked the beast’s ferocity, Behemoth roared while grabbing the Dragon Horns of the two White Dragons, crashing them together, like a heavy hammer pounding, steel clanging.

At this moment, the battle between the Dragon Group and Behemoth, no one dared to advance; beast and beast roared, flesh and blood splattering, bones and flesh laid bare.

But Behemoth stood on the earth, its strength immensely mighty, its claws sharp beyond compare, easily striking down, flinging, and tearing through Dragon Scales of each Giant Dragon.

Although the body of the beast also bore countless scars, the Power of Earth continually replenished the beast’s consumption, healing its wounds, strengthening its power, and increasing its ferocity.

Roar, the beast stands on the earth, beating its chest, issuing a victorious roar.

Yet the Dragons rose again with their scarred bodies, soaring into the sky, Blue Dragon Akzhi now joining the Dragon Group, bringing its own input.

Thus the Dragon Group once again restructured their formation, like a meteor falling, plunging into the earth.

The young Red Dragon used its two Dragon Horns to exchange for Behemoth’s collapse; the White Dragon bit into Behemoth’s throat, the Red Dragon bit into the beast’s head.

The Green Dragon bit into the beast’s left hand, the Blue Dragon bit into the beast’s right hand.

Even the beast’s legs and tail were bitten into their wounds by a Giant Dragon.

Roar, the Dragon Group at this moment issued an earth-shattering roar, lifting the beast Behemoth, consuming it in mid-air.

"It’s our turn!" As dusk gradually fell, the Wolfman clad in Nightwalker Armor turned around and said.

The Mercenary Corps joined the battlefield at this moment, the war was destined to end.