Chapter 1549: Total War
The Demon Marshal was simply too domineering; with the Demon Marshal as the arrowhead, the Melt Flying Dragons as the vanguard, and the Pterosaurs as the main force, the air force was virtually unmatched.
The leader of the Night Ghosts was a strong general of the Chaos Camp’s air force, but he was too conceited, misjudging the power of the Demon Marshal and was instantaneously killed in their first clash.
And although his powerful attack did injure the Molten Flying Dragon King, the Demon Marshal’s Death Siphon instantly healed the damage and even made her stronger.
With the Demon Marshal’s continual slaughter and the frenzied dance of the touch of darkness, the combination of the Demon Marshal and the Molten Flying Dragon King was simply invincible; not to mention finding a rival, there was no one who could even withstand a single blow from her.
In such a situation, another air force leader simply did not dare to show his face; he just continued to pretend to deal with the ground Legion, certainly not foolish enough to court death.
As for the leaders of other races in the Chaos Camp, they were mostly ground races, the vast majority of which had no experience in aerial combat, and even those with experience dared not show themselves – if the professional air force was no match, much less these amateur air forces.
Now everyone was pinning their hopes on the Werewolf leader; as the person in charge of the United Army of the Chaos Camp, it was his duty to respond.
The Werewolf leader had no solutions, no one was clearer about the strength of the Demon Marshal Alice than he was.
The subtle light released from her eyes nearly cleaved him in two; now it was aerial combat, what could he do? He too was in utter despair.
The only thing he could do was increase the military merit rewards.