As they spoke, he waved his large hand, and the two people miraculously started flying from the ground.
They arrived at a high mountain, where the old physician clapped his hands and dispersed the clouds.
Bai Ling now clearly saw on the mountain top...
A five-colored altar!
....
At the Spirit Academy, Lin Chen and the others quickly received an ergency report.
Everyone in the council chamber had extrely grim expressions at the mont.
They had just received the report that 300 miles east of the central region of Ling Mountain, both towns of Dark Cloud and Setting Sun had been completely massacred!
Not a single soul survived!
"Such ruthless thods!" Chen Ming slamd his fist onto the table, anger burning in his eyes. "If it were the Demon Race, I would understand, as the two races are blood enemies."
"But the Divine Race shares the sa roots with the Human Race; how could they strike so cruelly?"
"Even the children weren’t spared!"
Lin Chen and the others felt equally foul; they had previously thought the Divine Race was different from the Demon Race, having so boundaries.
They supposedly targeted only the Three Major Alliances and the Resistance.
Now it seems they underestimated the Divine Race’s lack of limits.
The Great Elder, however, understood sothing of the Divine Race’s conduct and wasn’t surprised. He sighed and said:
"What we need to do now is calm down and analyze the battle situation."
"According to the scouts’ report, the enemy in the east... primarily consists of the Ancient Race army, the Phoenix army."
"To the north, it’s the clan of Flood Dragons."
"As for the south, there’s no activity for now."
Lin Chen quickly detailed.
The Little Insect King made a significant contribution in information gathering, precisely controlling the positions of the enemy forces.
At this point, Chen Ming said: "It seems the main force is in the east, but the south being unmanned is worriso instead."
"For one, I’m afraid the enemy might be using the tactic of appearing vacant; secondly, fearing a diversionary attack from the east to the west."
The crowd looked at each other.
It seems the Divine Race isn’t foolish and knows how to employ tactics.
"How many in the enemy’s vanguard army?" Chen Ming asked.
"Estimated over two thousand, mostly Ancient Clan People," Lin Chen replied.
Hearing this, Chen Ming looked up at Lin Chen and said, "This being the initial battle, Senior Qin absolutely must not make the first move."
"Let the Monster Hunter Guild handle the east instead."
Lin Chen was taken aback; this did not align with previous arrangents.
But he quickly understood Chen Ming’s intention.
Sure enough, Chen Ming continued:
"Encountering the Flood Dragon Beast in the north for the first ti, they might carry so luck."
"Lin Chen, you, and the Insect King should take a few level 90 Spirit Beasts there and aim for a decisive victory."
"Don’t get too engrossed in the fight in the east; fight as you retreat, and first observe the situation in the south."
"Alright."
Lin Chen nodded.
....
North
Tianqian Gorge.
The terrain here is perilous, with towering cliffs on both sides, and in the middle, only a narrow river passes through, serving as a natural barrier to the northern portal of the Spirit Academy.
At present, the river is shrouded in mist, and bodies float everywhere, filling the air with a strong stench.
Over three thousand Flood Dragon Clan people stood solemnly here, and their mounts were Flood Dragon Beasts.
The Flood Dragon Beast is a branch of the Dragon Race, holding a moderate position within the Divine Race.
But their combat power is strong.
Unfortunately, they have never been accepted by the Xuanyuan Clan and were previously nad the Flood Dragon Clan, later pressured to change to the Flood Dragon Tribe.
The commander of the northern army this ti is nad Mo Dong.
Under orders from Gu Chong, he led his army from here to attack, intending to pin down the Spirit Academy’s northern forces, even seizing an opportunity to break through.
The north is not an ideal place to penetrate the Spirit Academy.
"The Human Race... humph, utterly weak," Mo Dong’s voice was hoarse and low, carrying undisguised contempt.
"I don’t know what’s with the Ancient Race, even losing two Great Elders," replied the deputy commander beside him.
"This should be the outco of underestimation," Mo Dong reminded: "We must not make the sa mistake."
Many nodded.
Then Mo Dong said: "But we cannot miss the opportunity to earn rit either."
Their pupils changed.
Before coming, the four great families had already declared.
This battle against the Human Race will concern the Divine Race’s rankings.
The so-called Divine Race rankings relate to resource allocation and prestige.
In past centuries’ worth of resources, the four great families would typically take the first 40 percent, then second-tier families another 40 percent, leaving only 20 percent for third-tier families.
Unluckily, the Flood Dragon Tribe has always been a second-tier family’s gatekeeper.
However, just as they were about to urge the army forward—
Buzz!!!
A faint yet imnsely dense buzzing suddenly arose from all directions, as if billions of insects flapping their wings at the sa ti!
"What sound is that?"
Mo Dong’s dragon eyes narrowed, cautiously scanning the surrounding cliffs.
The next mont, a hair-raising scene unfolded.
On the steep, previously barren rock walls on both sides, countless Insect Race mbers suddenly surged out like a tide!
Though of a single type, they were innurable, virtually blotting out the sky, covering most of it at once!
The Insect Race army!
Moreover, it was an organized, preditated ambush!
"Enemy attack!" Mo Dong, though shocked, stayed calm and imdiately shouted, also revealing the enemy’s identity: "It’s said Spirit Academy has an Insect King, don’t fear, though there’re many small insects, they won’t harm us, just stay vigilant of the Insect King."
Flood Dragon Tribe’s warriors quickly closed in, summoned Spirit Beasts, attempting to form a defensive formation.
But the Insect Race’s attack was too fast and fierce!
They cared not for self-loss, swarming in black death waves, wave after wave, furiously rushing at the Flood Dragon army formation.
Though their ans were few, each was fearless of death.
For the Flood Dragon Tribe’s Spirit Beasts, it was a great drain.
Mo Dong knew full well they couldn’t sit and wait for death, so he imdiately sent the Information Spirit Beast to gather intelligence, scouting the enemy’s location.
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