My troops evolve infinitely

You can vaguely see a city standing on the mountain, which is rough in style but equally majestic.

In front of the city, within the entire red fog zone, monster tribes of all sizes were scattered everywhere. Judging from the naked eye and experience, most of these monster tribes were only level one.

It is small in scale and has few strong players.

but,

The distance between each monster tribe is not far, and the lords cannot conquer them peacefully and gradually nibble away at them. Once a war breaks out, they will inevitably face sieges from several or even more monster tribes.

Time passes slowly...

Outside the red fog area,

Rumbling--

A lord led his elite troops and rushed forward first.

This is a legion that is more inclined towards magic, and its internal composition is mostly 'Arch Mage', 'Explosive Mage', and 'Elemental Mage'.

Mage troops have always been slow, but the mages in this regiment all ride a variety of mounts.

There are warg wolves, moon wolves, armored giant scorpions, etc.

The thirty or so elite soldiers and generals in the front row were riding the rare three-star silver Pegasus, which were silver-white in color and had snow-white wings on their backs.

"We're here. This is the final area."

Lord Huanfa looked out and observed.

He was the first lord to arrive in this area, but before he could seize the opportunity to gain the upper hand, dust was raised in the distance and a rumbling sound was heard.

This is another lord's army arriving.

Immediately afterwards, as if it was agreed upon, one lord's army after another appeared.

Some of these armies had hundreds or thousands of people, while others had only dozens or hundreds. The soldiers' clothes and armor were somewhat torn, and their bodies were stained with their own blood or the blood of monsters. They looked a little embarrassed and were far from being in peak condition.

Even so, the momentum of these troops remains strong, exuding waves of oppressive power.

After the lords arrived, they each maintained a safe distance of several thousand meters, no one daring to enter the red fog area first. Or perhaps, the lords were waiting, waiting for everyone to arrive.

"Now, how many lords are left?"

"The only ones left are the final competitors."

boom! boom! boom!

The earth shook violently.

"It's the Giant Elephant Lord!"

Someone whispered.

This one is also a strong contender for a spot.

In the distance, dust was rolling, and one huge figure after another gradually became clear in the dust.

Giant! Skeleton Giant! Armed Titan!

At the front were two outstanding three-star mountain giants. They were moving slowly forward, and every step they took shook the earth, as if they were stepping on the hearts of the lords.

The oppressive feeling brought by these two mountain giants who have been trained to the third-level general level is too strong.

Especially when it comes to attacking cities and capturing strongholds, mountain giants have a huge advantage!

One after another, famous lords arrived.

There was an army like a white cloud, coming from far away, stepping on the ground silently.

This is the Puss in Boots Corps of the Cat Lord!

The entire regiment is composed of the rare two-star Puss in Boots swordsmen. They look like white cats standing up, wearing fine small armor and swords at their waists.

They are small in size, but there are more than three hundred of them!

They moved in unison. An invisible force spread out, outlining the silhouette of a giant white cat above the army.

"That's the Tyrant Dragon Lord over there!"

Balong lost his general, but his army remained strong.

Three Earth Rock Dragons, three Blue Wind Pterosaurs, and one Blazing Roaring Dragon slowly walked out from their army.

Especially the latter.

This is another outstanding three-star-grade dragon-type soldier!

"Lord Tyrant, you are indeed a tough guy who carries the dragon system through to the end! Damn, I'm so jealous!"

"It seems that Tianyuan also has an outstanding three-star dragon girl. Although her level is still low now, she is a dragon girl. When she develops to the peak of the fourth level in the future, she will be amazing! Damn it, why don't we have such luck!"

At this time,

A ray of sword light cut through the sky, coming from the end of the sky, and in an instant arrived in front of the red fog.

In the vast sword rhythm, the Wuji Lord in white clothes slowly appeared.

Behind him, several generals rushed over.

Rumbling--

On the other side of the red fog, a black army rolled in.

Military flags are flying and chariots are galloping.

This is the army of Lord Youshan!

"Rumor has it that Lord Youshan's combined strength is even greater than Wuji and Kongming's."

"It's not a rumor. Lord Youshan, through a great opportunity, recruited a group of fierce generals, and the strongest one in this group is... Epic!"

"A truly epic existence!"

"He's known as the Lord of Meat Mountain, and it seems he already had a high level when the Lord of Phantom Mountain recruited him. Now... it's no exaggeration to say that the Lord of Meat Mountain is the strongest in the entire arena, and even the Lord of Infinite is inferior."

The lords showed their abilities and looked towards Youshan’s army.

There are many different types of troops within the Corps.

There are Minotaur Warriors, Obsidian Gargoyles, Shadow Knights, and more.

But no matter what kind of troops they are, they all pale in comparison to the one at the center of the corps.

There, several undead warhorses pulled a massive chariot. Atop the chariot, a throne built of bones, sat a massive figure as large as a hill.

He had a face full of flesh, a ferocious look, and a fat body.

Behind him seemed to be a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

No, not it seems!

People saw a mountain vaguely emerging above this being.

A... mountain of flesh and blood.

This is the origin of the meat mountain.

"Seventeen lords, these are all the competitors."

"Oh no, it seems there's another group of soldiers, Tianyuan? Tianyuan is still alive?"

The old lord was a little surprised.

But those who knew that Dolai angrily swallowed the Red Flame Dragonborn were not too surprised.

After all, Tianyuan has a very powerful hero.

Under the protection of this hero, it would not be difficult for Tianyuan to hold on until now as long as he can survive.

However, while a strong individual can save his own life, it is far from enough to influence the war.

A truly powerful lord has no weaknesses. Just like the Tyrant Dragon Lord, even though he lost his chief general, he still had the Blazing Roaring Dragon, a number three general, and a number four general who were no less powerful than the Scarlet Flame Dragonborn. He also had an entire invincible army.

He is still going strong and is a strong contender for a spot.

Tianyuan is the opposite.

One top-tier expert cannot support everything.

"This is already surprising enough. How long has Tian Yuan been in the Eternal World?"

"Yes, it took only a few months of accumulation to get to this point. Tianyuan should be proud of it."

Under the "Yuan" logo, there were only twenty or thirty defeated soldiers with tattered clothes and armor and a disheveled appearance.

But there were still a few lords who had caught a glimpse of the battle of the Tianyuan Corps before.

They vaguely felt that something was wrong.

What's more, what about Tianyuan himself?

tread!tread!tread!

The sound of footsteps in unison shook the earth. A black army came from afar and stopped at Tianyuan's position.

It's the undead!

It seems to be a skeleton warrior, or some similar hidden soldier.

"Is this Tianyuan's real trump card?!"

"No, it seems not yet. Lord Tianyuan himself has not been found yet."

Thick fog suddenly rose up, and cold winds blew across the sky and earth.

The sky darkened.

In the thick white fog, two dark blue headlights suddenly lit up, and a huge figure flew out from the fog.

It has pitch-black scales and deep blue eyes, with prominent horns on its head. Its huge body seems to be covered in thick ice crystals, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.

Its wingspan was tens of meters long, and the roar it made shook the heavens and the earth.

It is the embodiment of extreme cold and the practitioner of death.

Just by hanging there, it exudes a strong sense of oppression, as if the king is looking down on his subjects and the gods are despising ants.

This is the supremacy of higher life over lower life.