A collective groan rose from the Angel ranks as fresh waves of Devil Tribe warriors and Devil Race reinforcements surged onto the battlefield.
The Howling Abyss Devil Tribe, known for their sonic attacks that could shatter eardrums and scramble minds, let loose a deafening war cry.
The Tenebrous Wings Devil Tribe, with their inky black wings obscuring the sun, unleashed a barrage of poisoned darts.
Lesser Devil Tribes, emboldened by the new arrivals, joined the fray, their war cries echoing through the void.
The tide of battle had shifted once again. The Heavenly Jade Pavilion and the Angel Race, victorious just moments ago, found themselves outnumbered and outmaneuvered. Fatigue gnawed at the Angels, their once-crisp movements becoming sluggish.
The Heavenly Jade Pavilion disciples, having exhausted their reserves of talismans and relying heavily on temporary portal arrays to transport their attacks, were running low on spiritual energy.
