The strength of the Darkwing Dragon was still unknown to most, but the massive creature was an absolute overlord in the sky. Its dark skin and powerful image inspired awe.

The ranking of flying mounts was already well-known.

Flying mounts were divided into sixteen tiers. Generally, those of the sixth tier or higher were considered rare. Mounts of the ninth tier or higher were powerful, legendary existences. As for the sixteenth tier, they existed only in legends.

Flying mounts like Wind Serpents and Butterfly Fairies were of the second tier, capable of advancing up to the ninth. Venomous Dragonflies, Gryphons, and Azure Wingbirds were of the third tier upon hatching, able to reach the tenth tier. The Darkwing Dragon, on the other hand, was of the fifth tier from birth, with the potential to reach the sixteenth tier.

Advancing flying mounts was difficult, requiring them to consume large amounts of life cores. Thus, flying mounts were destined to kill each other in order to produce an unrivaled powerhouse. In the beginning, however, their strengths were relatively close.

The Darkwing Dragon's power was roughly equal to the combined strength of the six flying mounts on the side of the Mage Union. The outcome of a battle would depend on their respective coordination and skill.

The Darkwing Dragon's appearance made the outcome of the war uncertain.

After a while, Essence Devil summoned his Azure Wingbird. Its body was covered in mottled, colorful feathers as it circled in the sky. When placed next to the Darkwing Dragon, the difference between them became clear. The Azure Wingbird was not in the same league as the Darkwing Dragon; it was like a child standing before an adult.

This stark visual contrast further highlighted the Darkwing Dragon's strength.

Players riding Wind Serpents, Butterfly Fairies, and other similar flying mounts couldn't help but feel uneasy. What were their chances against the Darkwing Dragon?

At this moment, they hesitated, none daring to test the Darkwing Dragon's strength.

"I refuse to believe that six flying mounts can't beat their two! Brothers, success or failure hinges on this! We have no retreat, life or death!" Crazy Magic roared hoarsely.

However, no one listened. They were still considering their options.

Crazy Magic could command three flying mounts, but if the other three flying mount owners refused to cooperate, they were doomed to defeat!

Crazy Magic was anxious. The Mage Union's forces were slowly advancing. Players summoned their pets, and various creatures led the way, followed by a large group of players who surged towards the Tribe of Niuren's lines like an overwhelming tide.

It was nearing dusk, and a blood-red sunset hung on the horizon, adding a tragic hue to the scene.

Nie Yan summoned the Golden Earth Dragon. The other team members also summoned their respective pets. Groups of powerful creatures lined up in a row. The warriors of the Tribe of Niuren stepped forward, their armor gleaming brightly in the blood-red sunset, like an impregnable wall of bronze and iron.

Behind the shield warriors were the holy knights, whose role was to support the warriors in combat, provide healing, and dispel curses. Further back were mages and priests, intermingled, occupying favorable positions. Flanking the formation were berserker swordsmen, protecting the wings. And behind them, back against the castle, they could advance or retreat as needed, taking full advantage of the terrain.

In addition, nearly two hundred of the Tribe of Niuren's thieves were active in the trap-filled forest. Nie Yan had strictly planned the thieves' areas of operation, with twenty people responsible for a small area. They were familiar with the placement of every trap in that area, but knew nothing about the others. This would prevent the Mage Union from learning the trap layout, and allow the thieves to use their familiarity with the terrain to attack the Mage Union at opportune moments.

Nie Yan completed all preparations, and the Mage Union's forces slowly advanced, gradually entering the attack range of Ice Thorns and the Sea of Flames.

Groups of Mage Union members passed through, and the two sides were about to clash.

The air grew heavy, filled with the smell of gunpowder. A great battle was imminent.

"Boss, should we detonate?" Desire Finger excitedly looked at Nie Yan.

"Wait a little longer. Let the front-line warriors pass first, then detonate when the mages and priests come up! Ice Thorns and the Sea of Flames aren't effective against warriors!" Nie Yan said, standing on the head of the Darkwing Dragon, with the entire battlefield in sight.

The Mage Union's forces were only a hundred yards away from the Tribe of Niuren. The warriors on both sides were getting closer and closer, like two giant steel dragons. Crazy Magic felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head. Let the battle begin, Tribe of Niuren!

The thieves on both sides had already made contact, and were engaged in skirmishes in the forest. Boom, boom, boom! Flames rose from the forest. The thieves of the Tribe of Niuren were very cunning. When they saw a lone thief from the Mage Union, they immediately ambushed and killed him. If they encountered a large group, they lured them into areas dense with traps, which the thieves would detonate, turning them into fragments.

After a brief engagement, three of the Tribe of Niuren's thieves had fallen, while the Mage Union's thief casualties numbered more than twenty.

The gap was widening. Crazy Magic could no longer restrain himself and issued the order: "All warriors and tank-type pets, charge!"

"Kill!"

"Brothers, charge!"

The players of the Mage Union shouted madly. Warriors and tank-type pets charged towards the Tribe of Niuren like an overwhelming force.

"Brothers, it's our time to shine! Let's charge and slaughter the Mage Union!" Brilliant Knife Light activated Charge, taking the lead towards the Mage Union's position.

Bang, bang, bang! Countless spells landed on Brilliant Knife Light's body, dealing -102, -129 damage. These damage values were like tickles compared to Brilliant Knife Light's tens of thousands of hit points. After losing a small portion of his health, Big Bro Seven, who was behind him, cast an ordinary heal, restoring him to full health.

With a loud bang, Brilliant Knife Light sent three shield warriors, slightly lower level than him, flying. He remained unmoved despite being surrounded by five or six opponents.

"Mage Union bastards, is that all you've got?" Waterside Smoker activated Berserker Strength, sweeping across the field, instantly killing three people. His blood-soaked appearance was terrifying to behold.

Cold Arrogance and the others charged up behind them. The equipment of the Tribe of Niuren's warriors was clearly superior to that of the Mage Union. The Mage Union's lines were immediately suppressed, unable to move, and began to retreat.

Magic poured down like a storm on the opposing camp, and healing light constantly descended.

With the same number of people and a consistent attack density, the advantage of the Tribe of Niuren was immediately apparent. The front-line warriors, having taken dozens of magic attacks, remained steadfast. The shield warriors on the Mage Union's side, on the other hand, were likely lying on the ground, unable to get up.

Nie Yan glanced at the chaotic battlefield below. The areas where Ice Thorns and the Sea of Flames were buried were densely packed with mages and priests. If they were detonated, it would be a huge profit. He issued instructions to Tang Yao, Xie Yao, and Desire Finger: "Detonate! Let's give the Mage Union a treat!"

"Alright," Tang Yao replied excitedly.

Tang Yao, Xie Yao, and Desire Finger immediately began chanting the detonation runes in their hands, uttering incantations.

Crazy Magic was directing the Mage Union players in battle, his heart full of anxiety. The Tribe of Niuren was as powerful as ever. Even with the recruitment of many experts, they were unable to suppress the Tribe of Niuren. The battle was at a stalemate, and casualties were rising on both sides.

Suddenly, he felt the magical elements around him become agitated. The Fireball spell he had just condensed in his hand dissipated. He was shocked. What was happening!

"Boss, what's going on? I can't cast any spells!"

The players were puzzled.

Crazy Magic suddenly sensed a crisis. With a Flash, he jumped fifty yards away. Suddenly, the temperature in the area plummeted by dozens of degrees. Ice spikes pierced up from the ground, covering an area of about 30 by 30 yards. Hundreds of mages and priests in this area were instantly impaled by the ice spikes. Before they could figure out what was happening, they fell to the ground in droves.

Although some people escaped using movement skills, many were caught in the trap.

Looking over there, it was densely packed with ice spikes and bodies pierced by ice spikes.

Besides this area, two other areas of mages and priests encountered similar situations. The Mage Union had lost more than three hundred people in an instant.

"Boss, we've fallen into the Tribe of Niuren's traps again!"

"Boss, we can't hold on!" the front-line warriors shouted anxiously.

With the rear-line priests wiped out, the front-line warriors immediately retreated. Some warriors with low health, seeing that healing wasn't coming in time, drank health potions and retreated.

Crazy Magic's heart sank. By this point, the Mage Union had lost fifteen hundred men, while the Tribe of Niuren, due to their excellent coordination and timely healing from the rear-line priests, had lost only fifty or so.

After the Mage Union retreated, the players of the Tribe of Niuren chased after them, continuing to expand their gains.

Leading the charge for the Tribe of Niuren were Brilliant Knife Light, Waterside Smoker, Cold Arrogance, Black and White, and Unfettered. They slaughtered the Mage Union's men as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. Although the Mage Union also had many experts, they didn't dare to tangle with Brilliant Knife Light, Waterside Smoker, and the others, and could only retreat.