Suddenly, flashes of light erupted from the military trenches. At the same time, mystic artifacts of all shapes and sizes—daggers, swords, iron balls, rings, and more—shot out of the trenches in unison and killed dozens who were soaring through the air.0

Undeterred by these minor casualties, the following troops of the Shaman army surged forward like a green tidal wave and overwhelmed the front lines of the trenches immediately. Countless Shaman fighters leaped into the trenches and engaged the human cultivators in fierce combat.0

However, the tight, narrow space of the trenches prevented the Shaman fighters from making use of their prodigious speed at all. After leaping inside, all they could do was fight the human cultivators head on. Over a hundred Shaman fighters were slain, and only a dozen or so human cultivators were injured in the blink of an eye.0

Atop the tall platform, the Great Warlock let out a displeased grunt. A nearby general immediately let out a sharp screech that traveled as far as ten li away, and the second wave of the Shaman army began to mobilize. This group numbered around a thousand troops, and each fighter was riding a huge lizard that was a little over a zhang long. 0

The giant lizard was highly toxic and boasted excellent mobility both on land and in the water. There were few mounts that performed better than it in the marshlands. In past wars, the venom lizard riders had...0