What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Sunlight, not too harsh, shone through a large hole in the dome of the Thornfeather Clan's lair.

Gretel tilted his head back, the dark golden crest on his head trembling violently in the wind.

He looked at the group of people who slowly landed in front of him, and was first stunned, then his face lit up with joy.

"It's you guys!"

Aren't these the human students from the youth martial arts competition that the human race held before?

If he hadn't escaped using that ability to vanish into thin air, those people would have been a pile of rotten flesh in his stomach long ago!

"OK."

Gretel snapped out of his daze and, instead of getting angry, grinned, revealing his fanged mouth and let out a hoarse, unpleasant laugh.

"I was just having a headache, wondering where I could find top geniuses like you."

"I didn't expect you to come to me like this?"

In Grell's mind, these humans were still at the same level as during the Great Competition. His own people could easily tear them apart.

"I have to thank you."

Grief hovered in mid-air, slightly raising his chin, striking an arrogant pose.

"Thank you for voluntarily sacrificing your bodies for the great evolution of my Thornfeather Clan!"

"I have decided to ask my father to grant you a quick death!"

The people below, however, seemed not to have heard Gretel's words at all, their large, curious eyes scanning the Thornfeather Clan's cave.

"I'm afraid I'd never find a place like this in my lifetime without radar."

Qingshan scratched his head, expressing his incomprehension of the living conditions of the Thorn Feather Clan.

"Hey, Sister Jing."

Liu Bo turned his head.

"After we finish this job, let's go back to the figurine shop and buy a few dynamic figurines of the Thorn Feather Clan, shall we?"

"This thing is great as a temporary flying mount. It will definitely improve our efficiency in traveling on land later."

Rong Jing crossed her arms and looked at the bird-men with metal feathers in the sky, then curled her lip in disapproval.

"It's a bit ugly, but it's usable. Agreed."

Left hanging in mid-air, Grief's eyes twitched violently.

What nonsense are these lowly humans spouting?

Using their noble bloodlines, which are about to undergo bloodline evolution, as mounts?!

Just as he was about to lash out, he heard Luo Yurou methodically begin to deploy tactics.

"Liu Bo, Rong Jing."

Luo Yurou quietly assigned tasks.

"The three of us will first take care of these ordinary Thorn Feather Clan members."

She turned to look at Wei Xiaoran, Qingshan, and Bai Suhuang on the other side.

"Xiao Ran, Big Guy, Old Bai."

"You three's task is to make sure that royal beast in the sky doesn't escape. Once we've cleared out the smaller monsters, we'll all join forces to finish it off."

"rest assured!"

Liu Bo turned his neck, producing a series of cracking sounds as his bones popped.

He looked down at the Thorn Feather Clan army, his eyes showing no fear, only the desire for his prey.

"We're very quick."

Liu Bo stood with one hand on his hip, pointing down with an air of heroic confidence.

"I dare not speak for others, but among these Thornfeather Clan, I can tell how many feathers his mother has on her left wing the moment he looks up!"

"Holy crap?"

Standing behind, Qingshan stared wide-eyed, his face filled with shock.

"Brother Liu, are your eyes that sharp? You can even see that old woman's feathers clearly?"

Liu Bo raised his chin, his face full of pride.

"Absolutely. Back in the day, in the resort's card room, I had countless matches with these old acquaintances just to open those cans."

"I know exactly what they're doing, what they're doing with their asses!"

the other side.

Listening to Liu Bo and his group talking loudly, oblivious to everyone else.

Beside Gelie, the Thorn Feather Clan guard at the Ninth Heaven Realm finally couldn't hold back any longer.

It moved closer to Gretel, its voice filled with humiliated anger.

"Your Highness Gretel!"

The guard pointed downwards, "These humans... they don't seem to see us as human beings at all!"

Grena's ferocious face was already ashen.

"nonsense!"

Gretel turned his head and roared at the guard through gritted teeth.

"We weren't even human to begin with!"

The moment the words fell.

Gretel’s gaze snapped back, fixed on Liu Bo standing on the edge of the cliff.

At that very moment, Liu Bo raised his head.

The gazes of the two sides collided violently in mid-air.

Not a single unnecessary word was spoken.

"Let's do it!"

Both sides roared in unison.

The battle erupted instantly!

Following Luo Yurou's plan, Wei Xiaoran and his two companions approached Ge Lie.

Grief hovered in mid-air, looking down at the three of them, and let out a disdainful sneer.

"Do you guys not get along with those other three?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Gretel's lips.

"They knew how terrifying I am before, so they were scared and sent you fools to your deaths first?"

"You talk too much nonsense."

Wei Xiaoran's cold voice rang out.

She thrust her hands forward with a sudden burst of speed, and dozens of ice spears radiating a chilling aura shot out into the air.

"Soul-Breaking Spell!"

The ice spear, carrying wisps of the laws of ice, completely ignored Grell's iron-hard bones and headed straight for his face and vital points.

Gretel sensed the power of the laws contained within the ice spear, and his expression changed slightly.

He dared not be careless. With a flap of his wings, he made several strange zigzag movements in mid-air to dodge the attack.

"That's interesting."

Gretel abandoned his contempt.

He discovered that although the human woman in front of him who wielded ice was only at the Flying Heaven Realm, the ice spears she released could actually make him, a royal at the peak of the Nine Heavens Realm, feel a substantial threat!

Immediately following was Qingshan's double fists!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds of flesh colliding echoed throughout the nest.

Gretel grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

The guy in front of me has ridiculously high strength.

Even though he was a level above the opponent, after several head-on clashes, the opponent still seemed completely at ease, not even disturbing his breathing!

What frustrated him even more was the white-clad man who had always remained on the fringes of the battlefield.

Bai Suhuang.

His movements were unpredictable and elusive, like a shadow that could never be grasped.

Like a seasoned player who had been through many relationships, he always maintained an ambiguous distance.

Not too far, not too close.

Whenever Gelie tried to take action against Qingshan or Wei Xiaoran, Bai Suhuang would appear in his blind spot like a ghost, her fingertips pointing out several cold, sharp points that aimed straight at his vital points.

When Gelie turns around to deal with this troublesome guy, Bai Suhuang immediately uses her movement technique to retreat, avoiding any direct confrontation with him.

One thrust and you're gone; one touch and you're gone.

Give full play to the tactical thinking of guerrilla warfare.

With the perfect teamwork of Bai Suhuang, Qingshan and Wei Xiaoran, Ge Lie, the dignified prince of the Thorn Feather Clan, was beaten so badly that he was completely restrained and extremely frustrated!

"asshole!"

Gretel was furious, and his violent elemental energy surged wildly within him.

In my own backyard, I, the dignified prince of the Thorn Feather Clan, was actually bullied by a few human brats at the Flying Realm?!

"Where the hell have you been! Attack him all at once!!"

Grele raised his head and let out a deafening roar, preparing to have his tribesmen swarm him and tear these three troublesome fellows to shreds.

however.

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

There was no deafening roar in response, nor did an overwhelming barrage of attacks descend.

The entire lair was eerily quiet, except for the sounds of their fighting.

Nobody paid any attention to him!

"Um?"

Gretel paused for a moment, then abruptly turned his head to look.

Upon seeing this, Grell was completely dumbfounded.

What about my large ethnic group?

From his perspective.

The elite Thornfeather Clan army, which originally filled the entire nest and numbered in the hundreds, was now gone.

At this moment, they were all lying on the ground.

Corpses littered the ground, tattered metal wings, and severed limbs burning with purple-gold flames.

It was not far from him.

Liu Bo slowly pulled the long sword out of the chest of the last Thorn Feather Clan guard.

"Pfft."

As the long sword was drawn, the light in the guard's eyes completely faded, and his body crashed heavily to the ground.

Gretel stared blankly at all of this, his dark yellow vertical pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

What's going on?!

Here I have hundreds of clansmen at the Flying Heaven Realm and dozens of elites at the Nine Heavens Realm!

That's it... they've killed them all?!

How long has it been since the start of the war?

All in all, it only takes a few minutes!

Are you slaughtering a pig?

Even slaughtering a pig wouldn't be this fast!

No?

Weren't you guys beaten so badly before that you could only run away in a sorry state?

Why do I feel like my dad hasn't evolved yet, while you guys have?

Liu Bo grabbed a Thorn Feather Clan corpse and casually wiped the blood off the body with his longsword.

He turned his head, looked at Grell who was frozen in mid-air, and raised an eyebrow.

Liu Bo stretched out his hand, pointed to himself, then to Luo Yurou and Rong Jing beside him, and Wei Xiaoran and others not far away.

"What did you just shout?"

Liu Bo grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and pointed to himself, Luo Yurou, and Rong Jing beside him.

"Shall we all attack together?"

He twirled the sword, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and nodded.

"That would be so embarrassing!"

"However, since you've made this request so sincerely..."

"Line 8!"