Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

As night fell, Iris sat on the rooftop, gazing at the countless stars in the sky. "Alone, I shall defend and expand my territory, conquer the world, and establish the foundation for eternal prosperity. Even if I fall, I shall transform into a heroic spirit, guarding the everlasting prosperity of my realm. This vow, witnessed by the sun and moon, and witnessed by the heavens and earth, shall be heard by the stars!"

Iris silently made her oath, vowing that once she unified the two continents, Ling and her descendants would never have to face war again.

Baixi stood under the eaves, listening intently to every word of Iris's pledge. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions. She had thought that her mother would return home after this war, but she hadn't expected her mother's ambition to unify the two continents.

This meant that after sweeping through Ruined Land, her mother would continue to wage war on the Divinity and Demon's Continent.

Baixi's eyes teared up slightly, and she was filled with worry. She was afraid that her mother would get hurt, afraid that her mother would die in battle.

The Divinity and Demon's Continent should be united in the fight against Ruined Land. But now, only her mother led the army to purge the invaders, while the other races remained passive. The humans were resisting the invaders, and the elves were rebuilding their homeland. What were the orcs doing? They neither sent troops nor made any gesture. Could they be planning to benefit from the chaos?

This thought flashed through Baixi's mind, and a determined look crossed her delicate, jade-like face. The orcs definitely had ulterior motives.

Baixi closed her eyes and recalled the map of the Divinity and Demon's Continent. The dimensional gate was located not far from the human territory and the orc territory. Why were the savages of Ruined Land so fixated on attacking the humans? Weren't they afraid of an orc sneak attack? After all, the orcs loved taking advantage of others.

Before Baixi could continue pondering, a deafening explosion came from afar, followed by a series of battle cries.

Iris's gaze turned towards the Imperial Palace of the Winged Kingdom. Her target was Anzu. She wouldn't make a move until Anzu appeared.

Hearing some commotion on the rooftop, Baixi quietly slipped away. It wouldn't be a joke if she were caught. After all, her mother had ordered her to stay in the room and not come out. Moreover, Baixi had eavesdropped on her mother's private thoughts. How could Iris spare this disobedient little girl?

Then, the civilians all over the place launched a fierce counterattack. The flames of war spread, and people ran for their lives, crying and wailing filled the air, chaos engulfing everything.

Winged Sky, who had been soundly sleeping in bed, suddenly woke up. He rolled off the bed and looked out the window, only to see billowing smoke outside the central city.

Winged Sky immediately realized that it was the revolt of those low-class winged men at the border. He casually draped his robe over himself, not even bothering to put on his shoes, and rushed out of the room, shouting loudly, "Gather the Royal Guards. Crush these troublesome subjects immediately."

No sooner had Winged Sky finished speaking, the commander of the Royal Guards arrived in front of him. "Your Highness, what are your orders?"

"Suppress those low-class winged men at the border and find the source of the rebellion. I, Your Majesty, demand severe punishment for them," Winged Sky roared with anger.

"Yes! I shall execute your command!" The commander of the Royal Guards saluted and then stepped back.

Outside the central city, the Royal Guards mobilized their entire force, dispersing all the people in the city and setting up a cordon on the streets to prevent the high-class winged men from getting hurt. As for the middle-class winged men, whether they lived or died was none of the concern of the Royal Guards.

This time, Wing Commander Yiqingtian will personally command the suppression, and only an overwhelming victory can let these lower-class Winged Man know the disparity in strength between the two sides. These lower-class Winged Man and their descendants are destined to never be able to turn the tide.

The Imperial Guards do not take this motley crew seriously; such situations are already commonplace and not worth making a fuss about. It is estimated that the enemy will surrender in less than half an hour. The commander of the Imperial Guards sits in a room, sipping tea, with legs crossed, leisurely enjoying fine wine and delicacies, as if everything is under control.

Before long, a soldier rushes to the front of the commander of the Imperial Guards, panting, and says, "Reporting to the commander, the morale of those lower-class Winged Man is high, and there is no sign of retreat... They... They have also killed many of our Imperial Guards brothers..."

After hearing these words, the face of the commander of the Imperial Guards changes abruptly, and he slaps the soldier angrily and roars, "What are you eating? How can you not handle even such a thing?!"

Seeing the soldier being knocked down to the ground, the commander kicks him a few more times, only stopping when the soldier's mouth is spewing blood.

"Commander, please spare me!" The soldier desperately struggles to get up from the ground, takes two steps on his knees, and pleads bitterly, "Commander, they outnumber us, and they have magicians in their rear. The power of their magic... is difficult to estimate!"

After listening to these words, the commander of the Imperial Guards kicks the soldier again, scolding, "Useless! Are you so frightened by these lower-class Winged Man? How can you speak such nonsense?!"

Hearing this, the soldier who was knocked down to the ground can't express his grievances, so he silently endures the violence from the commander, while feeling bitter in his heart.

Shortly thereafter, the commander of the Imperial Guards personally goes to the center of the city. He wants to see what kind of waves these lower-class Winged Man can make.

When he arrives at the city wall, he finds that those lower-class Winged Man have already engaged in a fierce battle with the Imperial Guards. Both sides fight fiercely, with blood flowing and the scene horrifying.

Although the Imperial Guards are all superior in strength and have excellent weapons, they can't withstand the large number of the enemy. In just a moment, they have lost nearly one-third of their forces.

Seeing this, the commander of the Imperial Guards quickly swings his spear and orders, "Activate the Stonemeteor Formation and eliminate all these lower-class Winged Man here!"

"Yes, sir!"

Immediately, the Stonemeteor Formation starts to operate, and a huge stone platform appears above the center of the city. The surface of the platform emits a radiant glow, exuding an extremely powerful force.

With the movement of the stone platform, many dense black shadows suddenly appear in the surrounding sky. Under the moonlight, these black shadows can be clearly seen as meteors.

With the Stonemeteor Formation, the morale of the Imperial Guards instantly soars. The soldiers raise their weapons and launch fierce attacks towards the lower-class Winged Man.

During this process, the lower-class Winged Man show no fear, but instead launch even more intense attacks. They believe that the Great Dragon will protect them, so they spare no effort.

For a while, the attacks from both sides reach the sky, and the sound of fighting is deafening, causing the entire world to tremble.

The commander of the Imperial Guards watches all this and cannot help but sneer in his heart. These lower-class Winged Man really don't know the severity of the situation. The power of the Stonemeteor Formation is strong enough to crush all living beings. Yet, these lower-class Winged Man dare to be so arrogant. Ignorance truly breeds fearlessness.

In the process of the falling meteors, a sudden intense explosion occurs in the air.

"The rumbling sound kept coming one after another, and a lot of small stones fell from above the central city. These stones were like hailstones, making a tinkling sound when they hit the ground, giving the imperial guards a creepy feeling.

"Why is this happening?" The commander of the imperial guards furrowed his brow, filled with confusion.

He had thought that the meteor array was foolproof, but who would have expected such an accident to occur?

At that moment, a group of black-armored devils flew towards the battlefield from behind these winged men at the border. These devils had a pair of huge wings, were completely black as ink, and exuded terrifying demonic energy. It was hard to see their appearance under the cover of the night.

"So, they have reinforcements! No wonder these low-ranked winged men dare to be so audacious!" The commander of the imperial guards stared fixedly at these flying black-armored devils as his eyes flickered with a sense of foreboding.

The black-armored devils landed on the battlefield, and their targets were the imperial guards on top of the central city.

"Deal with these winged men as quickly as possible." Sui Liangfeng ordered casually.

"Yes!" The black-armored devils nodded, immediately wielding their long swords and launching an attack.

"Kill!"

The speed of the black-armored devils was extremely fast. In an instant, they appeared in the sky above the central city and swung their long swords towards the imperial guards on top.

The black sharp sword energy tore through the air, emitting a whistling sound. In the blink of an eye, these black sword energies slashed the armor of the imperial guards into two halves.

The imperial guards immediately cried out in pain. Their bodies were torn open with wounds deep enough to reach the bone, and fresh red blood continuously flowed out, staining their clothes red.

Seeing this scene, the commander of the imperial guards turned pale with anger. He had not expected that this group wearing black armor would be so vicious, easily destroying even the imperial guards' armor.

At this moment, a soldier covered in blood rushed nervously to the side of the commander of the imperial guards and trembled as he shouted, "Commander, it's bad! The rear of the central city has been breached by a group of low-ranked winged men and a skeleton army. Young Ziyi Qingshan has died in the rear door of the central city, and His Majesty has been severely injured by a woman with a black spear and a man with dual blades. What should we do now?"

"What?!" The commander of the imperial guards was stunned to hear the report from his subordinate. His mind went blank with a buzzing sound.

"How is this possible?!"

Hearing this terrible news, the commander of the imperial guards was dumbfounded, completely at a loss.

He never expected that this trip to the central city would encounter such a serious setback.

Gradually, the number of imperial guards in the central city diminished, with only a dozen or so remaining.

These were the elites among the elites, each of them brave and skilled in battle, yet they couldn't escape the fate of sacrifice in this situation.

The commander of the imperial guards was killed by Sui Liangfeng, his eyes wide open, unwilling to close.

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