During this time, these two Domain Lords had been torn into by Yang Kai's razor-sharp dragon claws who knew how many times.
Yet they still didn't dare let go, determined to hurl Yang Kai away from the Royal City. After all, fighting Yang Kai here, regardless of who won or lost, would mean they couldn't protect many of their Ink Nests. And if they accidentally damaged the King-level Ink Nest in the crossfire, they would become eternal sinners of the Ink Clan.
When Yang Kai was flung away, the thousand-zhang bodies the two Domain Lords had condensed from their Ink Force had been torn to shreds, instantly shrinking by more than half.
Yet they didn't dare retreat at all. They channeled their Ink Force once more to condense massive bodies and charged after Yang Kai.
They absolutely could not give this Dragon Clan member a moment to catch his breath, or more Ink Nests would be destroyed.
In that brief moment just now, this Dragon Clan member had destroyed nearly twenty Ink Nests. This wasn't merely the loss of twenty Domain Lord-level Ink Nests—it would directly impact the combat strength of twenty Domain Lords and very well could change the entire course of the battle.
The two Domain Lords felt a chill of retroactive fear and struck with unmatched ferocity.
Che Kongong remained stationed near the King-level Ink Nest, staring resentfully at Yang Kai's massive dragon body while keeping a vigilant watch on all sides.
Did the Human Race have more hidden cards to play? He didn't know. Now that even the Dragon Clan—who had never set foot in any of the major war zones—had appeared to join the fight, it was entirely possible the Human Race had other arrangements in place.
In this moment, Che Kongong's heart was truly in his throat.
Right now, the entire Royal City had only him—the sole Domain Lord—to hold the fort, while on the Human Race's side, five Eighth-Order fighters had yet to show themselves. The situation could be described as dire in the extreme.
The King Lord and that Ninth-Order Ink Servant had apparently also noticed the anomaly at the Royal City and were desperately trying to break free from their powerful enemies' entanglement, wanting to rush back to reinforce it.
However, the Human Race's Old Ancestor and those several Eighth-Order Open Heaven fighters had the two of them firmly pinned down, making escape utterly impossible.
After waiting a brief while, nothing unusual happened on Dayan's side, and Che Kongong's mind eased slightly.
It seemed those five Eighth-Order fighters of the Human Race truly couldn't move freely. Otherwise, under these circumstances, they would have charged out long ago.
On the other side, though Yang Kai had transformed into an Ancient Dragon with greatly enhanced strength, fighting two Domain Lords at once left him in a wretched state.
What was worse, these two Domain Lords were aiming for a quick resolution and showed no restraint whatsoever, frantically borrowing power from their own Ink Nests, making them even stronger than usual.
A seven-thousand-zhang Ancient Dragon body could indeed project power comparable to a veteran Eighth-Order fighter, but in this situation, facing two Domain Lords joining forces, it still wasn't enough.
Dragon scales flew, dragon blood splattered, and Yang Kai's dragon roars thundered without cease.
Though he looked battered, the Dragon Clan was naturally thick-skinned and tough-fleshed, and the stronger they were, the more pronounced this trait became. So in truth, he hadn't sustained any truly serious injuries.
Time ticked by, and anxiety gnawed at Yang Kai. If he couldn't break through these two Domain Lords' blockade, he wouldn't be able to reach the Royal City to wreak havoc. Without destroying those Ink Nests, he couldn't sever the Domain Lords' power source—and on the battlefield, this was extremely unfavorable for the Human Race.
He had already sensed the aura of an Eighth-Order Open Heaven falling—and not just in one place.
The battlefield was a place of extreme danger. If Ink Clan Domain Lords were taking damage, how could the Human Race's Eighth-Order fighters emerge completely unscathed?
Inside Dayan Pass, there was still no sign of activity. Just as he had previously thought, the five Eighth-Order fighters remaining inside showed no indication of making a move. It seemed they truly couldn't leave Dayan.
In truth, the five Eighth-Order fighters holding down Dayan Pass were paying close attention to the situation outside. It wasn't that they didn't want to help—they simply lacked the ability to do so.
Dayan Pass was a massive mobile fortress Artifact. Their long-distance raid here had been powered by the combined strength of the Old Ancestor and thirty Eighth-Order Open Heaven fighters.
Only such an overwhelming lineup was sufficient to provide the power needed to command Dayan, allowing it to move freely.
Now, the Old Ancestor had left, most of the Eighth-Order fighters had left, and only the final five remained, working together to command the core. One could say they had now merged as one with Dayan's core. Only when the Old Ancestor returned to take over could they withdraw their power and free themselves. If they acted rashly, not only would their five lives be at risk, but Dayan's core would also face the danger of exploding. When that happened, all of Dayan might be reduced to ashes, and the thousands of soldiers garrisoning it would perish.
Under these circumstances, how could those five Eighth-Order fighters dare to act rashly?
They could do nothing about anything happening outside.
The fierce battle raged on. Yang Kai had already put away the Azure Dragon Spear.
Though the Azure Dragon Spear, spanning thousands of zhang, was unmatched in destructive power when swept across the battlefield, with his current massive dragon body, wielding it felt somewhat cumbersome.
His own dragon claws were far more nimble.
The thousand-zhang bodies the two Domain Lords had formed were repeatedly torn apart by his claws, shrinking again and again, but they always managed to borrow power from their Ink Nests in time, maintaining their peak state.
Yang Kai attempted to break through toward the Royal City several times, but each time the two Domain Lords joined forces to cut him off.
The situation grew unbearably tense.
Under these circumstances, Yang Kai wasn't without his own hidden cards. However, even if he truly deployed them, he wasn't certain he could make it to the Royal City. So he kept hesitating, unsure whether he should reveal his final trump card.
The three Domain Lords that had been lured away by the three elite squads now seemed to want to rush back to reinforce the Royal City. Though their strength was considerable enough to suppress the three elite squads, actually destroying Chai Fang's group proved somewhat difficult.
They wanted to return, but Chai Fang and the others weren't about to let them. Having been chased by the Domain Lords before, they now took the initiative to provoke and obstruct the three Domain Lords' retreat.
They wouldn't be able to hold them for long. If the Domain Lords were determined to leave, without an overwhelming force to pin them down, Chai Fang's group could do nothing about it.
He couldn't wait any longer. Making his move now at least offered a sliver of hope. If he delayed further and let those three Domain Lords return, there would be no chance at all.
With this thought, Yang Kai was about to unleash his ultimate weapon.