At this moment, Yi Tian's airship hovered above the lake; even if the Red Feather Race charged forward, they'd pay a terrible cost in lives.
It was the other four races that were pushing hard, though.
The Demon Lord and part of his combat power were already being held up by the Red Feather Race.
If they still couldn't take the Demon Lord's territory now, it'd just make them look useless.
Just looking at the thunder and lightning flashing through the sky, blood rain falling—it was clear how brutal the battle was.
Lei Xianba, Hei Tiaobai, the Fourth Beastman King, Hexing, and the others all felt they had a shot.
Those skilled in offense move from the skies above the nine heavens.
Taking to the skies was an advantage, but also drew too much hatred. If it were them, they'd attack the Red Feather Race first, too.
"Damn it! This Lord is incredible. The Lords I've met before were nowhere near his level."
