Global Lords: Me and My Calabash Kiddos

At this moment, Yi Tian’s airship hovered above the lake; even if the Red Feather Race charged forward, they’d pay a terrible cost in lives.

It was the other four races that were pushing hard, though.

The Demon Lord and part of his combat power were already being held up by the Red Feather Race.

If they still couldn’t take the Demon Lord’s territory now, it’d just make them look useless.

Just looking at the thunder and lightning flashing through the sky, blood rain falling—it was clear how brutal the battle was.

Lei Xianba, Hei Tiaobai, the Fourth Beastman King, Hexing, and the others all felt they had a shot.

Those skilled in offense move from the skies above the nine heavens.

Taking to the skies was an advantage, but also drew too much hatred. If it were them, they’d attack the Red Feather Race first, too.

"Damn it! This Lord is incredible. The Lords I’ve met before were nowhere near his level."

Yu Han’s face was ugly. Last time the Lord went to search for a chest outside the mist, he’d fought with an S-level Lord—and that Lord was forced to use a Mist Scroll after just a few hits from Yu Han.

It wasn’t that he refused to save that Lord; he’d meant to help. But after a few flaps of his wings, all the S-level experts had already been slaughtered.

The profound SSS-level Martial Skill had already been cultivated to perfection. The Level 11 Mystical Technique.

Yu Han had roughly gauged the Demon Lord’s depth.

Ice and Fire Martial Skills, and all of them cultivated to perfection—he’d never heard of such a thing.

Although in Yu Han’s eyes, Yi Tian’s Celestial Ice Palm and Celestial Flame Palm’s attack power were nothing, rumor had it the Lord also had a trump card.

If he didn’t use that trump card, Yu Han felt uneasy. The treasures his father gifted—he wasn’t sure they could protect him if it came down to it.

"Ninth Prince, we have to come up with a plan! At this rate, even if Lei Xianba and the others take the Lord’s city, it’ll be a pyrrhic victory!" said an S-level Qi Refiner to Yu Han.

Those words made Yu Han even more troubled.

Damn that Lord—why won’t he stop fixating on the Red Feather Race? Your home’s gone already!

"What now? You want me to have a life-and-death showdown with the Lord?"

Yu Han, in a foul mood, didn’t bother to show his subordinate any courtesy.

"Never! Please calm your rage, Prince," the S-level Qi Refiner stammered in terror.

"I believe our Red Feather Race shouldn’t keep obsessing over the Lord’s airship. Split our forces into small groups and break into the Lord’s city from all sides," another S-level Qi Refiner offered Yu Han his advice.

"No good. That way, we’ll get picked off one by one. Who knows how many clansmen would die to the Lord’s airship and raptors," an S-level Body Refiner immediately shook his head.

"Plenty of our people have already died fighting today. Their deaths are for the greater plan of the race."

"There’s no need for us to insist on attacking the city! The Lord and his subordinates are already being held here. Our Celestial Feather Dynasty has achieved a great feat in this battle. All we need to do is pin down the Demon Lord, stop him from supporting anyone else. Even if Lei Xianba and the others are idiots, they can take a city without a Lord defending it."

The S-level Qi Refiner who first spoke added again.

"But we’re the mighty Celestial Feather Dynasty—can we really keep getting beat up like this forever?"

One Body Refiner voiced his discontent.

S-level powerhouses could run, but A-level and B-level couldn’t.

The airship was slowly closing in on them—who knows which cannon shot would take out an S-level next.

Back when the Red Feather Race warriors set out, they had such high morale.

Now, every one of them looked like they’d lost a loved one, scurrying and hiding.

The gunners on the airship had found their rhythm—the energy cannon shells covered too wide an area. They always saw comrades struck by shells, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Elemental Weapons went without saying—they might as well have auto-aim.

"Ninth Prince, look! It seems two eagles are leaving with eleven people!"

An S-level Qi Refiner suddenly pointed skyward.

Several thousand meters away, a black and a blue Great Eagle were carrying eleven people away.

Especially on the black eagle—five men were deliberately blocking a person in black armor, like they didn’t want others to notice.

Black armor?

The Lord!

"It’s definitely the Lord! We have to catch up, can’t let him get back!" shouted an S-level Body Refiner.

"Smack!"

Yu Han slapped him so hard, the S-level Body Refiner nearly fell into the lake.

"You pighead! The Lord obviously cares more about his city—as soon as he saw the city in danger, he brought his best men back to defend. And since he’s concerned about us, he left the airship and some top fighters to pin us down. Just look at that airship—it’s barely chasing us now, just circling and firing. The cannons are fierce, but it’s all bluster!" Yu Han seemingly saw through the Lord’s scheme at a glance, analyzing with authority.

"Brilliant, Prince! We’re not saying we won’t block the Lord. As long as we seize the airship, with it in our hands, flattening the Lord will be easy!" an S-level Qi Refiner immediately flattered.

"We can use our Body Techniques and wings to easily catch up to the airship."

"Hold on—wait until both Great Eagles are completely out of sight," Yu Han gestured to hold them back.

This is humiliating!

Finally, time to start the counterattack!

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"Hold on—wait until both Great Eagles are completely out of sight!"

Inside the ship’s island, Second Child repeated Yu Han’s words in mimicry.

"They’ve taken the bait! They think I’ll put the city ahead of everything. But I trust Little Kiddo and the generals. I know they can hold off, maybe even defeat the enemy before I finish off the Red Feather Race!"

Yi Tian was clear about his strength—it’d take more than a thousand or two extra Spiritual Power to beat him.

Yu Han clearly sensed his power, which was why he didn’t dare counterattack for so long.

So be it—a little trick. Have one warship squad member, wearing his armor, depart quietly.

The ten Elemental Masters were ordered by Yi Tian to return and help shore up the defenses.

If the battle with the Red Feather Race didn’t end, Yi Tian couldn’t relax.

Yi Tian hid at the ship’s island, waiting for Yu Han to strike—ready to deal a fatal blow.