The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

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Cleaning up the battlefield quickly concluded.

The victorious players sang songs of triumph as they headed back towards Withered Wood Port, leaving the raging forest fire to continue burning.

The rainforest here was too dense for the Magic Crystal Tanks to get through. If the fire could clear some land, it would at least help them build roads here.

As the Demon King Army made their way home, a figure swiftly darted beneath the clouds above the battlefield.

The Lizardman circling in the air wasn't anyone else but the leader of the Wind Roar Tribe - "Great Wind Chief" Urga.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, with a hint of bone-deep fear hidden in their depths.

Just an hour ago, he had been unshakably convinced that the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom would crush those arrogant outsiders like crushing an insect on the beach.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, the General of the Armored Dragon Clan who was riding on the Dragon Turtle turned into the crushed insect, and the mighty 30,000 Armored Dragon Soldiers were swept away like a breached dam.

The entire war was without suspense; it couldn't even be called a war... it was a complete one-sided massacre!

Whether it was the fire shower from the sky or those strange demons, it was all beyond Urga's comprehension.

And even when the two sides engaged in close combat, the Armored Dragon Soldiers were no match for the seemingly frail skeleton soldiers.

Those skeleton soldiers were not only well-equipped but also cunning and unpredictable in their techniques! Some charged riding spiders, some cast evil spells, and others could command corpses to fight.

The problem wasn't just the skeleton soldiers, but the Demon King Army was an assortment of races!

Among them were dwarves with wings, spiders with huge mouths, possibly stone-made demon statues... and even some lizardmen he'd never seen before!

Urga could not imagine how the once-dominant Armored Dragon Soldiers of the Gana Continent could be so easily overthrown by this rabble!

The only consolation was that there weren't many flying demons in the Demon King Army, so the Wind Roar Tribe's survival wasn't threatened for the time being.

However, Urga had no confidence in how long this brief peace could last.

After all, that self-proclaimed Demon King had already issued them the ultimatum of "Surrender or Die," and the disastrous defeat of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom was proof enough that the Great Graveyard had the power to make good on that declaration.

They were not joking!

Urga stared unblinkingly in the direction where those undead and demons departed, fear spreading through his veins like poison.

Though the Wind Roar Tribe was a people of the sky, they eventually had to live on the ground.

And once they set foot on the ground, they were completely outmatched by this crowd, and wouldn't fare much better than prey.

At this moment, Urga finally understood why Sak had a look of despair when reporting the situation of those outsiders.

He felt even worse than Sak did at this moment...

Watching the complex expression on the Great Wind Chief's face, Kadar, the captain of the Personal Guard, flapped his wings and flew over to Urga's side.

His face was heavy with concern, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"No wonder these guys dare to be so arrogant... with the power they've shown, it's not just the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, but even if all the Dragon God's children on the Gana Continent teamed up, they wouldn't be their match!"

Saying this, he gulped down a difficult swallow and cast a despairing look at the silent leader.

"... What should we do?"

Urga did not answer, he just silently looked at the burning forest and the sunset-painted red coastline, and in the end, his emotion turned into a sigh.

"Perhaps we need to reassess the mission given to us by the great Sky God Uranus..."

Leaving these cryptic words, Urga turned back, heading for the mountain range where the Wind Roar Tribe resided.

He had already made up his mind.

Even if this decision was not easy for him and his people, it was at least something that could continue their bloodline.

Kadar and the Personal Guard exchanged glances, unable to grasp the leader's intent, but they still turned and flapped their wings, following closely behind him.

It wasn't just Urga.

Pairs of eyes hiding in the rainforest also carried their own thoughts as they made their way back to the nests deeper in the jungle.

The night fell silently.

For the lizardmen on the Gana Continent, this was destined to be a long and bitter night.

There were too many things they needed to consider about their future and the future of their race...