Under Xian Qing'er's Saint-level Immortal Purification technique, the Divine Dragon Legion and the remaining dragon races were quickly purified into Xiao Mo's believers.
At this time, the allied forces arriving to support the dragon race were already very close to the dragon race's center.
The army of the Immortal-Demon Small City territory rapidly assembled, and the remaining Divine Dragon Legion of the dragon race also gathered, preparing to confront the allied army.
After the war with the dragon race, the current strength of the territorial army had significantly improved.
Among the more than ten thousand members of the territorial army, the weakest had already reached the tenth tier, with the general strength being at the Spiritual tier. There were even over three hundred experts at the Monarch tier.
It could be said that with such strength, even attacking an imperial force in a slightly weaker central region would make that empire find it quite troublesome.
Furthermore, after the war, the territorial army gained three more Saint-tier powerhouses, meaning that under Xiao Mo's command, there were now a total of six Saint-tier powerhouses among his troops.
Seeing such powerful strength and such a luxurious lineup of troops, Xiao Mo smiled.
"All troops, attack! Annihilate the invading enemies of the allied army!"
At Xian Qing'er's command, over three hundred Monarch-tier powerhouses soared into the sky. The remaining troops, though unable to fly, moved with lightning speed.
Looking down from the sky, although the scale and numbers of the territorial army were like a trickle flowing into the sea compared to the allied forces, the aura they exuded was superior to the allied army.
Under the command of Xian Qing'er and Mo Wuxin, the territorial army spontaneously formed ten combat squads, charging towards the allied army in their familiar formations.
The two sides soon clashed. The ten squads of the territorial army, like ten sharp spears, pierced directly into the heart of the allied army.
Wherever the territorial army passed, chaos ensued, and within a minute, the ground was littered with various corpses.
For a time, the shouts of battle, screams, and the vibrations of skill releases intertwined, filling the entire dragon race territory.
Although the allied army was vast, they were utterly unable to withstand the territorial army's fierce assault and flanking maneuvers.
They had no formation whatsoever, completely like a pile of scattered sand. Upon encountering the territorial army, many lords couldn't help but consider retreating.
"Damn it! These troops of Qian Mo are too monstrous. This is not a battle between equals at all!"
"Nonsense! Who said Qian Mo's troops were not much stronger than ours? Looking around, the weakest are tenth tier, stronger than me, a lord! Are their troops only a little stronger than ours?!"
"Forget it! Let's retreat. If we continue fighting, we'll just be cannon fodder. We won't gain anything, and we'll lose our existing assets here!"
"Exactly! Retreat, retreat!"
"We were tricked by those higher-ups in the alliance! What the hell is this? Why aren't they attacking here!"
However, the lords considering retreat were a minority.
At this moment, more lords had gone mad, or rather, upon seeing that Xiao Mo's troops numbered only over ten thousand, their eyes turned red.
After all, they had assembled an army of nearly ten million. Compared to Qian Mo's army, the ratio was one thousand to one.
This meant that Qian Mo's troops had to fight a thousand enemies with one. In such a situation, how could Qian Mo possibly win?
With this thought, these lords charged forward with even greater speed, their shouts becoming more hysterical.
To them, immense fortune lay before their eyes, and they could not let such a good opportunity slip away.
"Kill!"
"Kill Qian Mo! Seize the fairies, the wooden figures, the elves, and those dragon corpses scattered everywhere! They're all ours!"
The lords shouted these words, commanding their respective armies to charge ferociously.
They had no tactics whatsoever, or rather, they disdained using any tactics.
After all, they were an army of nearly ten million; one person's spit could form a small river, so what tactics were needed?
With so many troops, Qian Mo's soldiers would be exhausted before they could kill them all.
As long as the spiritual energy of Qian Mo's troops was depleted, the scales of victory would naturally tip in their favor.
As for the heavy casualties, they wouldn't consider them at all.
High casualties meant high rewards.
As long as Qian Mo's army could be wiped out here, even if Qian Mo didn't die, he would be alone, and they could kill him at any time.
Moreover, if the battle here was won, then there would be no problem with the Immortal-Demon Small City.
Once the Immortal-Demon Small City was destroyed, Qian Mo would have no hope of rising.
Furthermore, they would obtain Qian Mo's resources, as well as the dragon race's resources and the dragon corpses.
These were all covetable treasures!
With this thought, these lords became like frenzied demons, disregarding how many of their troops were sacrificed, and only ordered their troops to fight on.
Among these tens of millions of troops, there were tens of thousands of flying units.
Unfortunately, the strength of these flying units was very weak, with the strongest only reaching the tenth tier.
This was as simple as slicing vegetables for the one hundred Monarch-tier powerhouses divided into the sky.
In less than five minutes, the hundred Monarch-tier powerhouses simultaneously unleashed their divine abilities, slaughtering the tens of thousands of flying units completely. Then, they turned their attention to the ground battlefield.
With the addition of all the Monarch-tier experts, the territorial army's offensive became even more ferocious.
The allied army, which was already struggling to cope, now felt immense pressure.
At the same time, the Divine Dragon Legion, having just completed their purification, also joined the battle.
Instantly, the Immortal-Demon Small City territorial army gained nearly twenty thousand more powerful combat units.
At this point, the allied army immediately showed signs of collapsing.
Xiao Mo watched this scene from the Nine Heavens Nine Underworld City, feeling quite emotional.
When the number of troops reaches a certain extent, it might directly lead to a qualitative change, but the allied army below clearly had not reached that point.
It was merely an army of nearly ten million, with generally weaker strength, thus unable to withstand the powerful Immortal-Demon Small City army.
Although the Immortal-Demon Small City's troops were not numerous, the quality of each soldier was very high.
Even though the tenth-tier troops could not fight one against a thousand now, those at the Spiritual tier and above had no major issues.
Most importantly, the allied army intended to deplete the spiritual energy of the territorial army, but they did not know that each soldier in the territorial army possessed vast amounts of spiritual energy.
Especially since all the territorial troops of the Immortal-Demon Small City were powerful beings who grew stronger with each battle. If pushed to their limits and fighting desperately, the allied army would gain no advantage whatsoever.
With the addition of the dragon race's Divine Dragon Legion, the tide of the entire battle immediately turned.
The remaining less than twenty thousand dragon race members of the Divine Dragon Legion soared high in the sky, occasionally spewing dragon breath at the allied army below. They would occasionally dive down, crushing large numbers of enemies with their massive dragon bodies.
Clearly, under this immense pressure, the allied army, already a third of which had been annihilated, could not hold on for even another five minutes.