Chapter 542: Absolute Advantage

The extent of Dark-winged Dragon’s strength remains unknown to everyone. However, as a colossal creature, it is an invincible overlord in the skies. Its pitch-black skin and formidable presence deliver an overwhelming visual impact.

The classification of flying mounts is already well-known among players.

Flying mounts are divided into sixteen tiers. Generally, mounts above tier six are relatively rare. Those above tier nine are powerful legendary beings, while tier sixteen exists only in legends.

Creatures like Wind Serpents and Butterfly Sprites fall under tier two, with a maximum potential to evolve up to tier nine. Venomous Dragonflies, Griffins, and Canglan Wingbirds start at tier three and can evolve up to tier ten. However, the Dark-winged Dragon begins at tier five and can evolve all the way to tier sixteen.

Evolving flying mounts is extremely difficult, requiring them to consume numerous life cores. As a result, mounts inevitably turn against each other, only the strongest can ultimately emerge victorious. In the early stages, their strengths are relatively close.

The Dark-winged Dragon’s power is comparable to the combined strength of the six flying mounts from the Mage Alliance. If a battle were to occur, the outcome would depend on their respective tactics and coordination.

The emergence of the Dark-winged Dragon has made the outcome of the war uncertain.

After a while, Benzhu Demon summoned his Canglan Wingbird. The Canglan Wingbird had vibrant, colorful feathers all over its body. It flapped its wings and circled in the sky. When compared to the Dark-winged Dragon, the size difference became apparent. The Canglan Wingbird was simply no match for the Dark-winged Dragon, like a child standing in front of an adult.

This stark visual contrast further highlighted the Dark-winged Dragon’s might.

Players riding mounts like Wind Serpents and Butterfly Sprites felt uneasy. If they faced the Dark-winged Dragon, what chance would they have of victory?

At this moment, hesitation crept in, and no one dared to test the Dark-winged Dragon’s strength.

“I refuse to believe that six mounts can’t take down their two. Brothers, this is our moment of truth. We have no retreat. It’s life or death!” Kuangfa shouted hoarsely.

Yet no one obeyed. Everyone was still thinking.

Kuangfa could command three mounts, but without cooperation from the other three mount owners, their defeat was inevitable.

Kuangfa grew anxious. At this moment, the Mage Alliance’s formation advanced steadily. Players summoned their pets, various creatures leading the way while a massive group of players followed behind like an unstoppable tide, pressing toward the Bull Tribe’s front line.

The time was nearing evening, with a blood-red sunset hanging on the horizon, adding a tragic hue to the battlefield.

Nie Yan summoned his Golden Earth Dragon, and other team members also summoned their pets. One powerful creature after another lined up in formation. The Bull Tribe warriors stepped to the front, their armor gleaming under the crimson sunset, radiating an unshakable, impregnable aura.

Behind the shield warriors were the paladins, whose role was to assist the warriors in combat while providing healing and dispelling curses. Further back were the mages and priests, mingling together and occupying strategic positions. On both flanks stood the berserkers, guarding the wings, while the rear was protected by the castle, offering both offensive and defensive advantages.

In addition, nearly two hundred Bull Tribe rogues were active in the trap-laden jungle. Nie Yan had strictly demarcated their operational areas, assigning every twenty rogues to a specific sector. These rogues were intimately familiar with every trap in their assigned area but knew nothing about other regions. This prevented the Mage Alliance from acquiring information about the jungle traps while allowing these rogues to exploit their terrain knowledge to ambush the Mage Alliance.

Once Nie Yan had arranged everything, he watched as the Mage Alliance formation advanced slowly, gradually entering the attack range of Frost Spikes and Sea of Flames.

Wave after wave of Mage Alliance players passed through, and the two sides were about to engage.

The air became stagnant, filled with the scent of impending conflict. The great battle was on the verge of erupting.

“Boss, should we start the detonation?” Yuwang Ran Zhi Qingchun looked at Nie Yan excitedly.

“Not yet. Wait until the front-line warriors pass through. Then we’ll detonate when the mages and priests come in. Frost Spikes and Sea of Flames have little effect on warriors!” Nie Yan replied. Standing atop the Dark-winged Dragon, he had the entire battlefield in view.

The Mage Alliance formation was now only a hundred yards from the Bull Tribe. The two sides’ warriors were drawing closer, like two titanic steel dragons. Kuangfa felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. Let the battle begin, Bull Tribe!

The two factions’ rogues had already engaged in skirmishes within the jungle, with explosions of fire erupting as they clashed. The Bull Tribe rogues proved extremely cunning. When they spotted isolated Mage Alliance rogues, they immediately launched ambushes to eliminate them. If they encountered larger groups, they lured them into areas densely packed with traps, where the enemy rogues inevitably triggered the traps, resulting in their gruesome demise.

After this initial skirmish, the Bull Tribe lost three rogues, while the Mage Alliance suffered over twenty casualties.

The gap continued to widen. Unable to contain himself any longer, Kuangfa issued the command: all warriors and tank pets, charge!

“Kill!”

“Brothers, charge!”

The Mage Alliance players roared wildly as warriors and tank pets surged forward like an unstoppable tide toward the Bull Tribe.

“It’s our time to shine. Let’s charge and wipe out the Mage Alliance!” Cui Can Daoguang initiated a charge, leading the way toward the Mage Alliance.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Countless spells rained down on Cui Can Daoguang, dealing -102, -129 damage. These numbers were like mere scratches to Cui Can Daoguang, who had over ten thousand health points. After losing a small portion of his health, Lao Da Xiong Qi Qi, who followed behind, cast a simple healing spell, restoring Cui Can Daoguang to full health.

With a crash, Cui Can Daoguang sent three lower-level shield warriors flying, remaining unshaken despite being attacked by five or six opponents.

“Is this all the Mage Alliance brats have got?” Shui Se Yantou activated Bull Strength and swept through the enemy ranks, instantly killing three opponents. His blood-soaked appearance sent chills down the spines of onlookers.

Leng Ao Ying and others charged forward as well. The Bull Tribe warriors’ equipment was clearly superior to that of the Mage Alliance. The Mage Alliance’s front line was immediately overwhelmed, forced to retreat.

Spells poured down like rain upon the enemy ranks, while healing light continuously fell.

With equal numbers and attack density, the Bull Tribe’s superiority became evident. When both sides’ warriors took dozens of simultaneous magical attacks, the Bull Tribe’s shield warriors remained steadfast, while the Mage Alliance’s shield warriors were already lying on the ground, unable to rise.

Nie Yan observed the chaotic battlefield below. The areas where Frost Spikes and Sea of Flames were planted were densely packed with mages and priests. If detonated now, it would be a massive success. He issued orders to Tang Yao, Xie Yao, and Yuwang Ran Zhi Qingchun: “Detonate. Let’s give the Mage Alliance a warm welcome!”

“Got it!” Tang Yao eagerly responded.

Tang Yao, Xie Yao, and Yuwang Ran Zhi Qingchun immediately began chanting the detonation runes, reciting incantations one after another.

Kuangfa was directing the Mage Alliance players in battle, his heart filled with anxiety. As always, the Bull Tribe proved formidable. Despite recruiting many skilled players, they still couldn’t suppress the Bull Tribe. The battle had entered a stalemate, with casualties rising on both sides.

Suddenly, he sensed the surrounding magical elements becoming wildly unstable. The Fireball he had just begun to conjure dissipated instantly. His heart sank. What was happening?

“Chief, what’s going on? We can’t cast any spells!”

The players were very confused.

Kuangfa suddenly sensed danger. He activated a blink spell, teleporting fifty yards away. In an instant, the temperature in this area plummeted by dozens of degrees. A series of ice spikes erupted from the ground, covering an area of approximately 30×30 yards. Within this zone, over a hundred mages and priests were instantly impaled by the spikes. Before they could comprehend what had happened, they fell in droves.

Although some managed to escape using survival skills, many still fell victim.

Looking toward that area, it was densely packed with ice spikes and pierced corpses.

Besides this location, two other regions also experienced similar fates. The Mage Alliance suffered over 300 casualties in an instant.

“Chief, we’ve fallen into the Bull Tribe’s trap again!”

“Chief, we can’t hold anymore!” The front-line warriors shouted anxiously.

With many of the rear priests eliminated, the front-line warriors immediately began to retreat. Some warriors with low health, seeing no healing support, drank health potions and withdrew.

Kuangfa felt his heart sink. At this moment, the Mage Alliance had already lost 1,500 players, while the Bull Tribe, due to their seamless coordination and timely healing from the rear, had only suffered over 50 casualties.

After the Mage Alliance’s retreat, Bull Tribe players pursued, continuing to expand their victory.

Leading the Bull Tribe’s charge were Cui Can Daoguang, Shui Se Yantou, Leng Ao Ying, Hei Bai, Wu Feng, and others. They slaughtered the Mage Alliance players like cutting through melons and vegetables. Although the Mage Alliance had many skilled players, with their side in full retreat, they dared not engage in prolonged combat with Cui Can Daoguang, Shui Se Yantou, and others, only able to retreat continuously.