It was a process of ebb and flow.

Each swing of the axe by the Father of Combat shattered a large amount of berserk divine power on him, most of which he forcibly gathered back.

But there’s still a small portion absorbed by the Father of Combat, integrating into his own body.

The most notable sign was the terrifying divine power wounds left by the King of the Jackalweres on him, visibly repairing at a speed that the naked eye could see, leaving dark red scars.

This was a symbol, a badge, a form of honor.

Symbolizing the fierce battle between the Father of Combat and the King of the Jackalweres, symbolizing his absorption of berserk divine power.

In contrast, the King of the Jackalweres was increasingly withered, increasingly fighting against himself.

His performance even affected the jackalweres of Yenogu’s Siege, each one cowered, having lost their past bloodthirsty ferocity completely.

In war, this kind of cowardly behavior is contagious, if everyone dares not bravely move forward, how to fill those gaps? How to deal with those powerful enemies?

Especially now they’re facing an allied army composed of undead who know no fear and the berserk, brave Uthgar Barbarian Petitioners.

Especially the former, possessing terrifying coordinated combat capabilities, they will seize every mistake of the enemy, fully utilize them to expand the battle results.

The wall cleaved open by the Father of Combat was their opportunity.

The Skeleton Tornado formed by the Giant Bone King and the Skeleton Dragon King was the first to arrive.

This Skeleton Tornado was a deadly presence to those ordinary Abyssal Jackalweres, once drawn in, by the time they hit the ground they basically turn into a pile of flesh, most of their bones forcibly snapped and crushed, those courageous Abyssal Jackalweres were instantly cleared out mostly.

The Giant Bone King, revealed in true form, stood decisively at the breach, with an aura of holding a pass against ten thousand attackers, not even using the skeleton cannon, directly attacking with his double fists.

To deal with these Abyssal Jackalweres, a pair of bone fists paired with divine-level bone manipulation ability is enough.

Few Abyssal Jackalweres can endure his two punches, and even if they do, they’re left with significant bone fractures, losing combat ability for a short time.

The Skeleton Dragon King perched on one side of the wall, overlooking the surrounding enemies, breathed a skeleton dragon’s breath at those rooted and gathered Abyssal Jackalweres, preventing them from forming an effective counterattack.

Behind them, the ground forces were rumbling swiftly forward.

The first to charge ahead were naturally the Blade Skeleton Dragon Beast Cavalry with speed advantages.

They rumbled past the Giant Bone King, directly poured into Yenogu’s Siege along the alleyways, engaging in street combat with those Abyssal Jackalweres.

These undead were born for war, born for slaughter.

Even in street combat, they possess fearsome power.

Resembling blades, with dragon bone wings, four dragon bone claws, wielding skeletal weapons, with thick dragon bone tails, all can transform into tools of murder.

The only consistent challenge is their difficulty in turning.

This problem is not a concern for the Blade Skeleton Dragon Beast Cavalry, as they don’t need to consider it, they just need to charge forward fiercely and slaughter.

Either they slaughter those blocking enemies, or they’re dismantled into a pile of shattered bones with no third fate.

But when it comes to ferocity and advancement speed, the Burning Flames Queen is unmatched; she charges directly into the interior of Yenogu’s Siege with four Corpse Burning Flame Spirits, slaughtering wildly while shrieking madly, igniting everything around, "Burn... Burn it all for me... Taste the wrath from the Flame of Revenge!"

Wherever she passes, everything is consumed by raging flames.

"Stop them, this is our fortress, they absolutely cannot do as they please."

"For Yenogu, kill them all."

Under the leadership of two Divine Nature Incarnations of the Jackalwere Kings, countless Jackalwere Chosen joined the fight.

They now have no choice but to resist desperately.

"Lord Uthgar, if you don’t act, all your plans will go to waste."

The completely desperate King of the Jackalweres could only hope in the master he had just pledged allegiance to.

"Incompetent fool! Did I recruit a servant or a burden? Unable even to defend your divine position! Each of you minor feeble divine powers dare to come to the Bottomless Abyss and snatch food, stay here for me!"

A grand voice echoed through the earth, its words overflowing with dissatisfaction towards the King of the Jackalweres.

Yet a giant hand still descended from the sky, enshrouding towards the Father of Combat.

This giant hand had its unique mark, not only did it appear pitch black as ink but it also possessed six fingers.

It was so immense that even the Father of Combat, in godhood form, seemed barely enough for its grasp.

Before the hand arrived, the overwhelming pressure descended first.

Such pressure was tangible, like a mountain, pressing directly upon one’s body.

No matter if it’s undead massacre spirits, Uthgar Barbarians, or those Abyssal Jackalweres, all were pressed flat to the ground, unable to get up, only those with divine power presence could barely stand upright.

Imagine how great the pressure is on the Father of Combat in the first-line impact?

It was like an invisible hand had already gripped him, restricting his movements.

"Trying to control me! Impossible... I am the guardian of the Uthgar Barbarians, I am the Father of Combat and Honor, Berserk Power Seizer... Kill for me..."

The Father of Combat roared wildly, all his muscles further bulging, his body became even larger, but this enlargement wasn’t brought by godhood form, rather it was a natural change like entering a berserk state.

He seemed to move like in slow motion replay, under tremendous pressure, each action took immense effort.

Yet, he showed no sign of submission, instead swinging his battle axe towards the giant hand.

Whether this attack could cause harm, he must demonstrate his attitude.

This is a struggle, an unyielding struggle!