Chapter 985

Devan remained atop his mount, impassively observing the unfolding carnage.

The Dawn army had plummeted from one hundred thousand to a mere forty thousand within just fifty minutes of combat.

Conversely, his own legion still boasted over three hundred thousand warriors.

He would win this.

He knew it with absolute certainty; it was merely a matter of time. In minutes, the entirety of the Dawn forces would be systematically wiped out.

There was no realistic path to a comeback for the faction after a loss of this magnitude.

However, when he turned his gaze to assess the progress of his vice leaders, a subtle, glaring frown suddenly creased his forehead.

Ortiz had been interrupted from his task of destroying the wall by Gunther.

Pluck was still locked in a stalemate with Thalos.

... The next second, Pluck’s head could be seen sailing through the air, forcing Devan to shake his head repeatedly in sheer disbelief.

This couldn’t be right.

It seemed as if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Rubbing them for a few seconds, he looked again.

This time, the gargoyle had diverted its attention from him, opting instead to rip through his men like they were mere ribbons.

It was as if the gargoyle realized the Dawn forces were losing numbers too rapidly and chose to cull the enemy ranks rather than pursue their leader.

Pluck’s headless body swayed for a few moments before crashing into the earth.

Devan was still reeling from the sight when a clamorous bang drew his attention to Oscroch’s theater.

The vice leader had just ripped through Fenrir’s shoulder, and consequently, his arm.

’... At least he is still alive.’

....

Grey stood atop the walls, observing the entirety of the battlefield with a calm, analytical gaze.

Turning his head slightly, he could see Lilly a few dozen meters away—entirely oblivious that the mage had returned.

She was steadily releasing arrow after arrow without a second of pause.

Her fingers were bleeding so profusely that a small pool had gathered beneath her feet.

She didn’t seem to care, or perhaps she didn’t even notice as the blood rolled down her digits toward her elbow.

Despite her efforts, the enemy numbers refused to dwindle significantly.

Alba and the others on the frontlines were obviously running dangerously low on Ki.

They didn’t even have the luxury of a spare moment to reach for their pills and replenish their Dantians.

Before leaving Vayun, Grey had created tons of medicinal pills for his allies and to keep his business afloat; yet, the army was unable to utilize them as they were being overwhelmed from all corners.

Dame and Anna were even more injured than before.

They looked shattered, their bodies broken, but they still kept going—whether driven by sheer grit or pure stupidity, no one could tell.

They fought with everything they possessed, refusing to fall.

Dan and Han, observing the entire spectacle from their hidden position behind the clouds, wore matching frowns.

"I think it’s time to descend. Anna is reaching her breaking point," Dan noted.

Han looked at their siblings for a few moments before lifting his gaze toward Thalos, seeing that the gargoyle was finished with his personal duel and was now actively thinning the army.

Looking away, they could see that Gunther was trapped, seconds away from being impaled by Ortiz’s Ki sword.

Looking further down, they saw Dame take a heavy blow to the leg, forcing him to his knees as a blade rushed toward his head.

"Sigh... let’s go," Han ordered.

The duo was about to descend when—

....

Grey, whose eyes had refused to leave any of his allies, caught the desperate situation involving Gunther and Dame.

Unwilling to wait and find out if they could save themselves, he uttered softly:

"Noir."

A dark cloud suddenly zipped from Grey’s outstretched palm, streaking toward the battlefield with lightning speed.

Within a second, the dark cloud swept over the battlefield and immediately expanded; a crimson-furred wolf the size of a two-story building manifested, howling with a sound that shook the very air.

Every eye drifted toward the massive shadow now cast over the theater of war.

A gigantic fireball erupted from the beast’s maw, crashing directly in front of Dame and instantly disintegrating the soldiers who had been surrounding him.

With a predatory spin, a concentrated laser fired from the wolf’s horn toward Ortiz’s blade.

Clang—!

The beam pierced the Ki sword, forcing the vice leader’s hand aside.

It was just enough of a window for Gunther to immediately regain his footing and drive his foot into the man’s face, sending him sliding away across the dirt.

THUD—!

Noir landed in the heart of the battlefield, scattering dust into the atmosphere as every gaze became fixed on the creature.

Han and Dan, who had been seconds away from descending, paused in utter confusion.

What was a beast of this magnitude doing on the battlefield?

Then, a loud, piercing screech suddenly echoed across the plains.

Everyone, including Grey, turned to see a lightning dragon bursting from the clouds.

Within a minute, Oscroch exploded in a rain of gore and matter after the dragon burrowed into his body from behind.

’Impressive. Fenrir is definitely a force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, he couldn’t break through to the next level because he was so occupied. I wonder how much stronger he would become with a domain,’ Grey mused inwardly as he watched the mage crash onto his back in total exhaustion.

He was just about to shift his gaze when he caught a blur of movement.

Snapping his head upward, he saw that Devan had already launched himself from his mount.

Judging by his speed, the leader was not pleased one bit.

His target and line of trajectory were clear: Fenrir Stormspear.

Grey frowned as a Ki spear shimmered into Devan’s hand.

The moment the man stood over the fallen Fenrir, the weapon was hauled toward the mage’s head with lightning speed.

Fenrir’s eyes shut instinctively as he braced for the impact.

There was no realistic way for him to dodge in his current state.

When—

Grey blinked from his position on the wall and immediately appeared directly before Fenrir in a flash of spatial magic.

He raised his hand upward to intercept the strike.

His Ki had been a fraction too slow to circulate when the spear tore through his palm.

SHELCH—!

Devan paused, momentarily confused by the sudden interference.

Fenrir slowly opened his eyes the moment droplets of a metallic liquid began landing on his face.

He looked up to see someone crouching above him, shielding him from the lethal thrust with his own bare hand.

Crimson hair whipped through the air angrily.

The aura exuding from the figure was like no other—dense, heavy, and suffocating.

The wind howled with a sudden, incredible ferocity, as if a storm like no other was approaching.

"What were you trying to do?" Grey questioned, his tone so chilling that even the ground trembled in response.