This ripple was like the first light of dawn, instantly diluting the bloody and violent atmosphere of the battlefield.
Imdiately after, four figures streaked across the night sky like teors, carrying surging King Rank pressure as they boldly broke into the chaotic battlefield!
Yu Nian led the charge, the long sword in her hand blooming with a clear radiance as bright as moonlight. Her sword qi swept through, directly shattering a squad of Minotaur warriors along with their crude defensive works!
Leng Ningxue followed closely behind, a chilling aura perating around her, causing thick frost to congeal on the ground wherever she passed.
Several charging Minotaur warriors instantly stiffened, then were eroded by the subsequent cold, turning into ice sculptures.
Lan Xiaoyu's figure was incredibly agile, like a deep-sea fish weaving through the enemies. The short blades in her hands left behind trails of azure light, precisely cutting into the weak points of the Minotaur warriors' defenses.
Lvdou brandished a vine-like whip covered in shimring flowers.
Wherever the whip's shadow passed, it not only dealt physical blows but also released paralyzing pollen, disrupting the Minotaur formation in a small area.
Four fresh reinforcents, four King Rank Experts!
Their addition was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling pot of oil, or suddenly adding a heavy weight to a tilting scale!
The originally precarious battle line stabilized instantly and began to push back.
Yu Nian's sword qi and Bai Cheng's Scythe edge complented each other.
Leng Ningxue's Ice Domain and Chiyan's blazing flas ford a strange contrast of ice and fire, effectively checking the montum of the Minotaur legion's mass charge.
Lan Xiaoyu and Lvdou moved around in support, specifically harassing the spellcasting Shamans and the Chieftains trying to organize formations.
The tide of battle turned in an instant!
The Minotaur offensive ca to a halt.
Those King Rank Minotaur experts, whether they had appeared earlier or just stepped out of the Teleportation Array, let out roars of shock and anger.
They had already exhausted much of their strength failing to take down Bai Cheng and the other two; now that the opponent had suddenly gained four more experts of the sa level, the pressure increased sharply.
A hot-tempered King Rank Minotaur Chieftain let out an unwilling roar after several of his fierce attacks were blocked by the combined efforts of Yu Nian and Bai Cheng, nearly being injured by Leng Ningxue's ice spikes.
His blood-red eyes not only glared at Bai Cheng and her companions but also involuntarily glanced toward the Altar, toward the powerful Werewolf Leader who was still maintaining the Teleportation Array.
This glance was keenly captured by Bai Cheng, who had been calmly observing the battlefield.
Next, she noticed more details:
The newly appeared King Rank Minotaurs did not look at the Werewolf Leader with complete obedience or the trust of allies; instead, their gazes held scrutiny, impatience, and even a hint of hidden contempt.
When the Werewolf Leader let out a commanding howl, trying to direct the Minotaurs to coordinate their attacks, several King Rank Minotaurs clearly hesitated, their movents slowing by half a beat as they continued to fight in their more accustod ways.
"So that's how it is..." Bai Cheng's mind cleared as a distinct judgnt surfaced.
"They aren't superiors and subordinates, nor are they even equal, stable allies... It's more like a temporary cooperation based on so deal or contract.
The Minotaurs ca across the teleportation gate for 'sothing' or 'so purpose,' and the Werewolf Leader is likely the contact and 'payer of the price' on this side?"
And now, with the battle going poorly, the expected "harvest" seed nowhere in sight, while the price the Werewolf Leader supposedly promised might not be paid due to the delay and the strengthening of their opponents.
The patience of these King Rank Minotaurs, known for their bravery and tempers, was rapidly running out.
A sharp light flashed in Bai Cheng's eyes. As she swung her Scythe to repel a spell attack from a Minotaur Shaman, she spoke quickly in a voice only her companions could hear:
"Pay attention to the Minotaurs' attitude toward the werewolf... Their 'cooperation' is likely about to run into trouble. The pressure can be shifted."
Her gaze turned once more toward the Altar and the Werewolf Leader, whose face had grown even more somber and whose blood-red eyes flashed with anxiety at the appearance of Yu Nian and the others.
This ti, destroying the Altar might no longer be the only option, or even the optimal one.
Sowing discord and causing this unstable alliance to crack from within might offer an even greater chance of victory.
However, in the next second, sothing unexpected happened.
In an instant, the dark red Teleportation Array shuddered violently, and the continuous spatial ripples ca to a dead stop without any warning!
The blood light soaring into the sky was extinguished as if by an invisible hand. The rotating runes instantly dimd and disintegrated, and the massive teleportation gate vanished into a cloud of dispersing light specks with a "poof" amidst its shrinking distortion.
The Altar returned to silence, leaving only mottled bloodstains and the lingering scent of sulfur.
"ROAR—!!!"
This sudden change left all the Minotaurs on the battlefield stunned, followed by an earth-shattering roar of shock and fury.
It didn't just an their reinforcents were cut off; it ant their way back across worlds... had been severed!
Almost all the blood-red eyes of the Minotaur warriors simultaneously turned toward the Werewolf Leader at the edge of the Altar, filled with suspicion and rage!
A hint of shock and panic also flashed in the Werewolf Leader's pure-blood eyes.
He let out a low growl and imdiately leaned over, pressing his hands heavily into the grooves at the core of the Altar, trying to reactivate the array.
Dense blood-colored energy surged from his body and the Altar's reserves. The dark red light glowed again, and the runes began to painfully reorganize and pull at space.
This proved that the Altar itself still had plenty of energy.
However, just as the outline of the teleportation gate was about to take shape again,
That surging energy seed to hit an invisible wall, letting out a dull moan before... falling completely silent.
No matter how the Werewolf Leader urged it, the Altar gave no further response, as if its most fundantal "rules" had been forcibly interfered with or locked by so higher-level, more secret power.
"What's going on?!"
A King Rank Minotaur Chieftain, the most burly of them all and wearing a giant tal nose ring, stepped forward. His voice was like muffled thunder as he pointed his battle-axe directly at the Werewolf Leader.
"Despicable wolf cub! Is this your doing?! Do you want to trap us here to die?!"
"No... That's not it! The Altar has been interfered with! Sothing..."
Shocked and angry, the Werewolf Leader tried to explain, but seeing the portal "flicker and die" under his hands, the seeds of suspicion in the Minotaurs had already grown into a towering tree.
At this critical point where trust had completely shattered, Bai Cheng's cold and piercing voice suddenly rang out, precisely cutting into this brief but fatal gap of silence:
"Don't you understand yet, you stupid cows?"
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