But the power of the ultimate soldiers still gave the enemy great intimidation.

It kept the morale of Weilu City’s army high.

The long-established power now unreservedly displayed itself.

Such a war was worthy of testing his army.

Lear’s gaze swept towards the shadow of the Tyrant Monarch in the mist. Although that Evil God had not descended, its will was fully manifested through the Tyrant Demon.

Every demon carried the power of tyranny, weakening the morale of the defense forces. Were it not for the unwavering warriors of Weilu City, this alone might have caused a rout.

Meanwhile, the rescue operation on the outskirts of the Long Thorn Mountain Range was also in fierce progress.

The Half-Elf Griffin Knights flew over a village and immediately spotted the demons ravaging below.

With a cold snort.

The Vine Longbow shot out a barrage of arrows, nailing the demons to the ground.

At the same time, they swooped down and landed on the ground.

"Quick, get on the griffins!"

The Half-Elf leader shouted, directing his people to get the surviving villagers onto their mounts. The griffin’s back had limited space, only capable of carrying two people each, but the ten thousand knights worked together to swiftly evacuate hundreds of villagers from the battlefield.

However, the number of demons exceeded expectations.

From who knows where, more Tyrant Demons charged in from afar, roaring as they pounced on the griffins, their claws swiping down, shredding several mounts and their knights into pieces.

The Half-Elf leader gritted his teeth, personally leading the counterattack. The Vine Longbow pierced the enemy’s skull, but their own casualties were increasing.

"Your Majesty, there are over three hundred thousand villagers in the Long Thorn Mountain Range, spread too widely, we can’t save them all!"

The Half-Elf leader reported through soul link, his tone anxious.

Lear frowned upon hearing this.

His gaze turned to the sky’s Tyrant Demon.

This was the source.

"Do your best!"

"Prioritize bringing back the villagers near Katana, I’ll think of something for the others."

The villagers are the hope for the future, they must not be slaughtered in large numbers.

With a slight mental command, he began to contact other troops. The Half-Elves, with their lower levels, found it difficult to deal with the Tyrant Demons, but other troops were making excellent progress.

The Vampires also numbered in the thousands, and being able to transform into bats, they were not afraid of demons. The Crimson Wasps and the Deserted Tomb Guards were even more so, instead chasing down the Tyrant Demons.

They had saved a vast number of residents.

But externally, something Lear hadn’t anticipated happened... The followers of the Swamp Sect were growing at an alarming rate.

Under the threat of death, the villagers of the Long Thorn Mountain Range finally thought of the great Swamp God.

They began to pray fervently, with shallow believers increasing in a staggering fashion.

Those rescued were even more exaggerated, becoming devout believers in no time.

It seemed that this war was some kind of blessing in disguise?

Lear’s thoughts were a bit strange.

But on the front lines, the pressure on the Katana defense line was increasing.

While the Cold-blooded Cavalry was brave, faced with endless demons, casualties began to appear. The Ancient Treants, under fierce attack, also started to sustain losses.

The opponents didn’t care about capturing Katana, they were purely out to hunt Weilu City’s combat strength.

The shadow of the Tyrant Monarch sneered in the mist, its voice echoing through the sky.

"Worm, your Holy City is about to become ruins, the blood of those fools will nourish my Abyss! How much longer can you hold out?"

The swamp was this human’s home ground, the opponent controlled the Swamp Power, sending troops there was just a sacrifice.

He had originally thought that the Master of Dark Crows could deal a heavy blow to the opponent, unexpectedly it was still a failure.

This made his internal fear grow even more.

But he never expected Lear to come to the Original Plane!

As a Divine Spirit, he knew the temptation of this plane to the Divine Spirit better than anyone... Thus, here he would clip the wings of this mongrel, then with the Master of Dark Crows’ help, strip him of his Authority!

The hatred in his heart drove him to almost reckless behavior!

No one could stop him from killing this mongrel, no one could stop him!!